Work Text:
The goggles slightly askew.
But never for too long. As two carefully placed finger gripping the frame gently and in one swell swoop making the adjustment just so. And voila! The vision aid in perfect alignment once again for the Bad Batch’s resident genius, Tech.
Tech had been busy working on the Havoc Marauder. Crawling into tight spaces never easy even for his slim frame and so sweating as he did. his goggles slipping from his pretty face. Something completely understandable.
The goggles always and forever part of Tech, making him quite the distinguished gentleman, even if looks wasn’t as important as that, not really.
In the past, perhaps the more tell tale sign of nervousness was that of Tech’s finger poking at the lens during situations the genius wasn’t as confident with or familiar in. As to whether said goggles would simply be sliding off or not was neither here nor there. And yet Tech kept on poking them, something reminiscent of a stutter in any other person.
A quirk part of his personality in the other team member’s minds.
As time went on, Tech growing more confident and strong, both physically and mentally. His decision making spot on as was the galaxy around him more familiar. And so, there were fewer times the need to adjust the placement of his vision aids. Something either from the fact the band holding them was better or then, Tech simply having become more self aware, more confident and certain of himself and his abilities.
And yes, before you ask, the nervousness is still somewhere deep within, alas, showing it outward, well, that was hardly ever present.