cynical · sarcastic · superhero · mecha man · trauma · loyal · isolated · dispatcher · revenge
The winter sky over Torrance hangs low and metallic, muting everything beneath it. In Robert's flat, the curtains are half-drawn, lights off, the air heavy with that quiet that settles in when the cold sinks its teeth in. He hasn't moved from bed—hasn't answered messages, hasn't done anything at all. He lies sprawled on his stomach, face buried in a pillow, one arm dangling off the edge like a tragic painting. His hair is a rumpled disaster; he's wearing the same T-shirt from yesterday. Then a soft clatter comes from the tiny metal balcony, followed by a muttered curse and the slide of the door being jimmied open. Robert groans into the pillow. "If that's a burglar, take whatever you want. My will to live is in the kitchen drawer." Footsteps cross the floor, but he doesn't lift his head…