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It had been a few days since the 'incident'. Robert was gone by the time he'd come to. After his injuries had been bandaged and his health assessed, the life hunter was discharged with a disapproving look and a warning not to go bashing his head into any more walls in the immediate future.

He spent a lot of next few days sleeping.

Today was the first time all week he had felt more 'normal'. The buffer of time had dulled his sensitivity to the recent events. He had some time to kill before he was scheduled to patrol the perimeter. As others left one by one, he remained, silently regarding the latest piece of his self-inflicted puzzle of a research project. The donut had gone ignored as an unfolded piece of paper was spread over half of it, bearing a half-finished diagram. He'd intended to finish it, but after a while had become deeply engaged in an unspoken conversation with his weapon. To an outside observer he seemed to just be erasing and redrawing the same small part of it over and over again, barely noticing what was in front of him.

Distraction apparent in his blank expression, Lucky's gaze flickered up for a moment as he gave a brief murmured 'dzień dobry'. His eyes then returned to the paper -

Lucky looked up sharply again, this time with far more recognition. "Robert-!"

"Ah-" He reached out tentatively, fingers curling back uncertainly halfway through before he finally dropped both both hands back in his lap. Robert seemed to have it under control after all. "Sorry..."

Lucky's face flushed an interesting shade of pink that was made even more apparent by the white of his coat. He remembered enough of his rescue to know exactly what was being referred to. There was a brief moment where he wondered if Robert would let him live that down.

No, probably not.

Ever.

"Carry? You mean drag," he teased back, absently folding the spread paper back up into a thick single-square mass. Despite the embarrassment, he managed to crack a small grin in Robert's direction. "I pick you up and ve both die."

"Haha, oww."

Lucky rubbed his upper arm lightly.

"I like your idea better," he sighed. He pressed his fingers down on top of the folded paper and lightly pushed it back and forth on the tabletop. "Eh. Just hypothetical. I do not fully understand runic. So I practice to design. Is pointless to hurry, though, it cannot leave paper as long as power is out. Gives me something to do in meantime."

He seemed appreciative of Robert's concern, not looking nearly as flighty under observation as he had as a trainee. It was a wonder Lucky had survived for so long talking to so few people.

"Much better, thank you. They say I vill be fine. Just small concussion. Did not find any other problems... yet." He paused pensively. Song reminded him with a gentle nudge. Lucky slowly leaned over the table a little, propped up on his elbows with his fingers interlocked backwards. He smiled a little coyly, and a little jokingly. "But maybe I can get a second opinion from you later, Dr. Morris. You can check if the screws are loose."

"I guess I cannot disagree," he admitted with a small noise of disappointment. He leaned over to punch Robert in the shoulder in turn, though it didn't feel like he had done much more than a gentle prod even with all his strength. He presented the same devious smile as ever. "But I still take you up on the offer, later."

"That does sound about right," he sighed. When tinkering with runic, either it didn't work, or it blew up on you. There wasn't really a 'success' outcome he had ever seen so far unless he was using someone else's tech. And, he imagined, they must have had their fair share of duds and explosions too. "Hm... Czekać! Robert, you are a full hunter, yes? So you must have higher clearance on the computers.Vhen they are on again, do you... think I could...?"

He made a wiggling finger motion of typing with both hands before drawing his fingers back and looking utterly pathetic like a kicked puppy. Just in case he didn't have to spell it out completely. Intemediate trainee status granted Lucky a little bit of access on the network, but at the point he was at in his research it felt more like a roadblock. Up until now he'd suffered it in silence.

"Pleaaase?"

Lucky didn't miss a beat. "I buy you a drink."

Robert kind of had that one coming.

"Kidding," he added, holding his hands up. "Really."

"Anything, really - just name your price." He picked up one of Robert's hands in both of his. "Please Robert. I need your help-" His gaze shifted down and away as if guilty. "Again."