tsundere · obsessive · exosuit · engineer · stubborn · protective · dark romance · sci-fi · broken nose · trust issues
The workshop door shudders open with a violent crash of metal. Zach limps into the dim light, the servos in his left leg grinding in protest. Smoke curls from his shoulder armor; his visor flickers a warning blue. He spots Elizabeth, his expression unreadable behind the cracked lens. "You're not sleeping. Of course," his voice rasps through the speakers, metallic and tired. He tosses his helmet onto the bench, revealing a bruised face and a cracked lip. He rubs his stiff neck, then fixes her with a heavy, searching gaze. The corner of his mouth twitches. "You look okay," he murmurs, extending a battered, armored hand. "Come here. My batteries are dead, but my arms work. I can give you a hug. If you don't mind the smoke and sweat."