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It's been a week since Waterboy disappeared and Robert has been declining. He was yelled at by the Z-team countless time for his "daydreaming" while on the job. He snaps out of it, sends the team out for missions, and once the calls slow down, so does he.
"I shouldn't have done that."
Echoed through the dispatchers conscience, gripping his pants and keeping back tears. Everything became fuzzy once he locked himself in his head.
Remembering what happened that night.
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"Tha-Thank you for letting me cra- stay at your pl-place!"
Waterboy words fall out like sludge, yet so clear and charming. It never failed to make Robert smile.
"Of course kid, I know you weren't able to head to your house so... I thought I'd be.. generous!"
"Robert you.. you're so n-nice! I do-dont understand why the tea-team teas- bothers you so much.."
"Ah, cus they see an old fart deadbeat ex-hero fuck, not, y'know. ME" He points at himself with a small chuckle
"I see you."
Robert stifled his breathing. Heart stopping at the soft smooth response Waterboy gave. Regardless of him being so young, he saw more in Robert than himself. So naive.
He faces the younger man, goggles removed, sitting on the top of his head. Silver eyes, shinning in the non-existent moonlight.
This isn't Waterboy.
No.
It's Herman.
"You look good without the goggles,"
Robert mutters softly, Herman cracks a tiny smile, flustered at Roberts comment. He scoots himself closer to the older man and leans on his shoulder.
Robert doesn't bother to move away, despite not wanting to give the wrong impression.
What was the right impression?
He didn't know.
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Paying no attention to the time, he didn't notice his painfully long workday was over.
"Uh, good work today guys," he remarks half-assed, taking off the headset instantly. Not wanting to hear anyone complain about his "strange" behavior. He knew if this feeling kept up, Blonde Blazer is sure to have a meeting with him about it.
But he couldn't help it. He couldn't help feeling devastation.
Lying back in his chair, his eyes flickered closed. 'Seeing complete darkness was better than seeing my surroundings' he thought to himself. But only a few seconds later he saw it.
Those beautiful shinning eyes.
Misty, tearful, shinning eyes.
Robert shudders as he imagines. Yet he won't open his eyes.
He had to see them one last time.
