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[ .............. Some pointed staring, then shrugging, as if to say 'come on'. Come ooon, don't make him say words. ]

... We're not com -- n-not ready. Don't make me go out. [ Fidget. Then a feeble mouthing of the word 'please'. ]

W-we -- we need... grounding. Priority. Build on... f-foundation. Please don't push.

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yolo

[bzzrrt]

[ He can't help but watch all of their interactions from a distance from behind his gloved hands, like hiding behind them is going to completely make him invisible. Good job, Wade. ]

[nonvolatile]

[Vienna's not sure if it's adorable or insulting. Either way, she's intrigued.] You may as well come closer. [A beat.] Or at least crouch down behind some shrubbery. Do try to make an effort the next time.

[bzzrrt]

[ He totally jumps and when his mouth opens, an alarm sounds, loud and a little frantic. YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE HIM. ]

[nonvolatile]

[He wasn't making it all that difficult, was he? A half-smirk settles on her face as she tilts her head and places a hand on her hip,] Now there's a clever trick. Just how did you manage that, I wonder.

[bzzrrt]

[ ... Please don't take him apart to see how he does it. He's gonna just hide behind the closest thing he can find and, in a voice that sounds like a young girl, with the sound of gun shots in the background: ] Don't hurt me!

[nonvolatile]

Hurt you? [She looks offended as she crosses the room to crouch down in front of him,] How curious. Have you been hurt before? It's alright. You can trust me.

[bzzrrt]

[ He sparks slightly when she gets close, not quite trusting yet - but she doesn't try to tear his face off or anything, so Wade just stares at her warily. This time his voice warbles out like a distorted record player, scratched and warped. ] Broken.

[nonvolatile]

[That, she understands. Much more than he'll ever know. She nods, lifting a hand to tap at her left temple.] So am I.

[There are no sparks, oh how she wishes she could do that, but her eyes do flicker. Not real. Not by biological standards, anyway.]

You're safe.

[bzzrrt]

[ He'll trade you! He doesn't even know how he's doing it. He figures because he's got wires all over the place - under his clothes they're poking out, live and angry, and he doesn't know how to fix himself well enough.

But she's broken too, and Wade squints, not sure how. ]