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Rick turns the ankle bracelet over in his large hands. "I wish I didn't have to leave you," he says with regret.
Benji glances down for a moment, fingers working at lightning speed on his keyboard. His chosen robotic voice says, "I wish that too, but I'll be okay." He glances back up, smiling at his brother.
"I know you will be, but let me be sure, okay?" Rick requests, kneeling in front of Benji's wheelchair. As if he's proposing, he holds the ankle bracelet up.
"Of course," Benji's device says.
With the utmost care, Rick fits the ankle bracelet around his brother's ankle. It closes with a satisfying *click*. He smiles.
"You take such good care of me," Benji says.
"You're the only brother I have," Rick says softly.
"You'll be late for work," Benji says after a moment.
Rick smiles. "Take care, won't you? Don't work too hard while I'm gone. There's a reason I go to work."
"You know I enjoy it," Benji says, laughing as he types. "But I'll pace myself."
"And don't take any commissions from porn addicts," Rick instructs. "You're mine."
"Silly," Benji says, smiling fondly. "I don't even know how to draw a dick."
Rick hops to his feet, smiling back. When he leans in to kiss Benji goodbye, their teeth clack. They laugh and try again, but they're both smiling too hard.
"Have a good day," Rick says softly.
"You too," Benji tells him.
When Rick closes the door after him, Benji tips his head back, grinning at the ceiling. He feels so lucky to have such a protective older brother.