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"Your information was wrong." Boyd spoke up suddenly, Gyro about jumping out of his skin at the sound of the young boy’s voice. He looked down at him, watching as Boyd blinked at him, his smile still plastered to his face.
“What are you talking about, Boyd?” He asked him, his hand coming down to ruffle the boys hair and the giggles that spilled out in response made him smile.
Boyd pushed his hand away and continued, “Yesterday. When I asked you about your relationship with Doctor Cabrera. You told me the two of you were simply friends when I asked if you two shared a romantic relationship. Your information was wrong.” Boyd replied and Gyro turned a deep red.
“We’re not Boyd.” Gyro said, the conversation from the day prior still fresh in his mind. When Boyd asked him if they were dating when Fenton was out of earshot and the redness of his face when the words processed in his brain. “Doctor Cabrera and I are simply colleagues. I don’t think we’re even classified as friends, Boyd.” And the words hurt to say out loud. And Gyro wished they could be more, but knew that no matter how he wished for it, it was something that could never come true.
“But you like him, don’t you?” Boyd asked him, “Like I like Huey.” and Gyro couldn’t help but laugh. The noise caught in his lungs and almost made it hard for him to breathe.
“And how exactly do you like Huey?” he couldn’t help but ask and now it was Boyd’s turn to blush as he suddenly found the floor interesting. He took a moment to think to himself before replying.
“In the same manner as you like Doctor Cabrera.” he replied and Gyro had to hand it to the kid, he was good. “I like him, and when I see him and spend time with him it makes me happy.” He trailed off. “But we are talking about you, not me.” Boyd changed the subject and Gyro wasn’t sure if he liked the mysterious twinkle in his eyes.
Gyro eyed him suspiciously as he took a sip of his coffee, “He likes you too, you know.” Boyd spoke, startling Gyro once more as he choked on his coffee. Violent coughs wrecked through his body as he tried to remember how to breathe. No way Boyd didn’t plan that reaction.
“What do you mean?” he replied, his voice raspy as he looked down at Boyd with a confused expression.
“He likes you.” Boyd repeated, “As your son and my ability to interface with all electronics, I have access to Doctor Cabrera's personal files and notes.” Boyd spoke, and before he could continue Gyro stopped him.
“So you were spying?” Gyro asked, and he couldn’t even be mad when Boyd was just so clever.
“I intend to view it as investigational skills and have submitted paperwork to receive my journalistic investigation badge.” Boyd replied, “He speaks of you frequently. He notes that he likes your butt quite often.” His face scrunched up as Gyro bit his bottom beak, “It is quite gross.”
And maybe Gyro could let himself believe the words of his kid and maybe he could let himself believe that maybe Fenton did like him the same way he did. Boyd continued, “Like I said. Your information was wrong.”
“I’ll have to rectify that.” Gyro replied.
“You better. You two are ridiculous.” Boyd responded, staring Gyro down for a moment before turning around and walking away.