While he did not often admit it, Reeve was not someone who very much appreciated feeling in debt to another. Not that he really felt that he could admit to Tony that he felt indebted, or why he would be. But still, he felt like he had to say something, do something, to show his thank you.
So Reeve had taken a deep breath, loaded Mini up into his bag, and headed on out to Tony's place. If he was maybe carrying a box with some of the droid parts he'd acquired so he had an 'excuse' to be there, no one needed to know.
When he arrived he popped his head in and tapped his foot against the door in a semblance of knocking.
The forge might have been the rare place that Tony wasn't in the Iron Man anymore, but at that moment he was still partially armored, polished metal up to his elbow and one shoulder and helmet catching the light of the fire as his head jerked up from his work at the knock. Who came all the way down here and knocked? Reeve, obviously; there wasn't anyone else who insisted on these polite barriers, but Tony hadn't exactly expected to see him, either.
He finished wrenching the still faintly glowing metal he pulled into place before dropping it off to the side of his surface into a bucket that released a not nearly satisfying enough sigh of steam into the air between them while Tony tried to anticipate what he was supposed to have done by now. Plenty of options had formulated by the time he was lifting off his helmet, but none feeling obvious enough to produce more than a vague and inquisitive, "Hey. Sorry?," as he made his way toward the door. "Oh," he added, like he had totally figured it out, as he processed the box, then quickly went to gather it from Reeve to hold against his hip, leaving him gesturing with the helmet. "Mini's going well then," he frowned at the assorted contents that did not look at all like a body.
"Quite well," Reeve agreed, and the doll made sure to wave from Reeve's bag in agreement. "I was actually coming for some advice. You are clearly my superior when it comes to robotics and all that entails, but I have found much of what I acquired from our recent planet visit to be... Constrained by the way the people there think of the purpose of droids. Most especially in the joints."
While he hasn't seen Tony in full armor, he's heard tell of it, and from that alone he knows the man thinks far more in the sorts of ways Reeve will need to give Mini proper mobility. And it sure seemed like a great starting point for other topics to eventually be approached.
"Back home I'm considered something of a computer and robotics whiz, but we know that is a bit of a lie, given I worked mainly in magic. The parts were readily available from those departments which specialized. And when I had issues with joints, I always turned to them."
He reached for the box and pulled out what is clearly to be an arm, and he fiddled with the more clamp-like three-pronged system meant to serve for grasping.
"Fingers. I need fingers and dexterity, as he will not have droid attachments to serve for him. And joints in the proper size and dexterity are something I do not fully understand. I thought I could bounce some ideas off of you, or just take a bit of instruction time before I return to my work. If that is alright."
In the end, he's an executive and a politician, and he knew better than to go straight for the question he wanted to ask. Why had he done it? Had he known? Sure, Poe said Tony had set things up after Poe mentioned him, but he wanted to know why.
Making some little hands for Mini to wave more expressively with sounded straightforward to Tony, both mechanically and to explain what Reeve would come knocking for, and Tony more easily waved back at the doll with a lopsided smile as Reeve played around with his toys. Tony was about ready to interrupt this drawn out story with the promise to hook Reeve up with some joints, it did sound like he needed some, and hadn't anticipated Reeve formulating this as some kind of exchange. It left Tony going, "Uh," before he realized that it was kind of a question, and eventually had to answer, "Of course. It's alright." He waved back toward the workbench with the helmet to propose the meeting place before leading the way there, where he could deposit the box and the helmet next to it and the fire would be at their backs.
"Make yourself at home, I'll know if you take anything," he offered blandly, then pulled himself up onto the bench as well. The arm was more complicated to disengage without fully disassembling, several latches releasing before Tony could pull his hand free and give it a flex in the cool air and fresh rush of blood, his bare arm marked up to the shoulder of his tanktop where the armor and pressed snugly. He could hand the metal arm off to Reeve then, also not exactly the kind of structure he was looking for, Tony already knew, but another point of comparison for him to express himself.
It's less the waving, and more the picking things up. And door knobs. Mini would love to get through doors on his own.
With the offer of a place to settle down, Reeve moved to the place and sat, carefully perching on the bench. What he wasn't expecting was for Tony to take his whole damn gauntlet off and hand it over. All thoughts of subtly working in his true purpose here and his thanks were brushed aside by looking at the wonder. He gasped as he looked at the thing, seeing how complex it was without even touching. And oh how he longed to touch.
"Tony, it's a marvel. Gaia, this is leagues beyond anything we might create, Barret's newest gun-arm included."
Tony gestured impatiently for Reeve to take it already, but couldn't exactly hide the preening lift of his chin for the admiration however dismissively he lifted a shoulder. "Diamond formed under pressure," he promised. "I've had a lot of time and tests to work out the kinks." Which was very much true, but after a beat Tony did still conclude, "And I'm the smartest guy you know, that helps."
He settled back on his hands, his still armored fingers drumming against the workbench as he eyed Reeve expectantly. "It's a shell, though. Most of that, the fit, the integration, the balance, all of the difficult parts, Mini doesn't have to worry about them. We can build in some limits or throttle some extensions, but it's not like he has to know that something is going to hurt." They weren't constrained to a certain functionality, in other words; Tony wasn't going to laugh Reeve out of here if he pulled out some outrageous plans.
Well, if he's going to be impatient then Reeve is going to take it already. It's not too heavy, though it is more than he was expecting. Not more than he can handle. And oh it was beautiful. He almost wanted to hush Tony while he looked this over. But he has to be polite, of course. So he listens and lets his fingers do the walking over the creation.
Scarlet would be SO JEALOUS of this man's creations, and so angry to be out done by him. Which was, in its own way, hot.
When he was done looking he put the arm aside and shook his head again. Tony really was a marvel. A reckless, sometimes casually and unknowingly cruel man, but a marvel.
"Mini does not need anything so complex as that. He merely wishes to be able to manipulate the world around him better. Carrying things, gripping things, doors especially are a trouble for him. Climbing as well, in the role hands play in that. I know how to handle it in the legs, and gripping toes are not really that necessary, so I don't have to worry on complexity there. Back home I relied on the work of others, and very articulated and complex series of joints to provide him gripping, and a ball socket for the hand, but he still had limited rotational ability. Back home I had to cover for that by giving him gloves, because the cloth wouldn't do what was needed and it hid the joints well and enabled me to work some additional friction with the right small ridges and bumps under the glove but..."
Oh no, he's rambling. Reeve stops and takes a deep breath.
"Fingers, Tony. I need fingers that flex and grip and can handle door knobs. Yes, most of the architecture here is for things taller than him which means I will need to take care of that in our residence to allow him accessibility, but I know how to do that. But finger joints are just so much and the head you made was so good."
The armor had hardly settled on the table before Tony was raising his chin again, this time looking slightly inquisitive as he watched the components slide apart and reorder themselves in the soft glow of their repulsors, until they were stacked neatly out of the way. By the time the process was done, Reeve had already been talking for about eight years, and Tony turned his questioning expression on him with with twitch of a badly suppressed smirk, figuring out well before Reeve that he was deep into a ramble. Eventually, Reeve would figure it out, too, but until then, Tony leaned forward, nodding slow encouragement with innocently wide eyes and definitely paying attention. It wasn't like he had already spent a number of sleepless nights refining the skeleton he would have made for Mini, and couldn't possibly be inconspicuously searching his files to send to Reeve's tablet for approval.
Reeve's communicator indicated the message received when Reeve finally seemed to break himself out of the loop, letting Tony relax back for barely the space of that breath before Reeve was going again. He only got a few words in, still on rhythm, before Tony was laughing and insisting, "Yeah, okay, I got it, fingers, joints and--thanks, not the first time I've been complimented on my head, but it's always nice to hear." With a vague indication with his head toward the tablet that he knew was somewhere on Reeve's person, he prompted, "Why don't you show me what you want." Did Reeve really not have any plans of his own, and came here to talk it out? Tony wasn't buying that, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.
The thing was, Reeve wouldn't even be offended if Tony took over the whole making of a skeleton for Mini, not in the slightest. Back home he had done it because there was no one else to do it. Here he'd be just as content to handle the sewing and stuffing and the like. Mini would probably like it too.
And Reeve did have plans, though the didn't reach for his communicator, instead he brought out his sketchbook. Tony was right. He had plans. Which he flipped open to. So many different sketches, some marked out, other ones circled for possibilities.
"I've had some ideas. Honestly, I'm worried about them. You see, back home I could work with materials I had and make the skeletal structure partially robotic, but without code, so instead Cait Sith's soul could operate it. But I didn't go through experimental steps to see just how much robotic structure such as servos and hydraulics and the like he truly needs to function."
So much was magic back home that he just built what he wanted to see, cleared the programming, and breathed life into it.
"God, you and Jon..." Tony grumbled as Reeve spread out his sketches, frowning at their shared fondness for archaic media like they did it to personally offend him, and reached over to search Reeve's pocket for him on a strong guess after seeing him draw out the communication device enough times. Tony laid it primly onto the sketchbook alongside Reeve's drawings, the screen already lit to display Tony's schematics to compare to Reeve's thoughts while Tony leaned against his shoulder.
"That could work, like here, see," Tony could point out this way, dragging his finger across the page from one of Reeve's circled sketches and onto the tablet screen as though he was pushing it across monitors, and where it was rapidly reknitting to conform with Tony's stricter, artificial lines. It fit fairly easily over one of Tony's schematics, after a flick of Tony's fingers that sent some of those servos away, less sure than Reeve where there was really need for them. "The magic part, that's the code," he accepted, discarding more of his schematics to incorporate Reeve's as he considered this. "More advanced than anything I've made, so we're not beholden to most of this shit--it's all redundancies, for balance, if this doesn't work then this will still work--but you've already built that into the system. You're overthinking it. You don't have to come over here to try to impress me, you know."
"Tony Stark," Reeve sighed, looking up at the man. "Just because you can't handle graphite doesn't mean you need to be so dismissive of a medium. And it's not like I've got a computer to work with."
Wait, Tony is reaching for him and Reeve not only blushes, but starts to flinch back, until his comm is removed. Oh. Dammit Tony. And looking at what Tony does, Reeve reached over to pick up Mini and transfer the doll to the table to watch. Mini, more than anyone, had a say over all of this.
"I didn't come over here to impress you. I came over here to thank you," Reeve said, reaching to touch the build on the screen. The comment is off-hand, like a correction given without thought. "Hold on, put back those servos you discarded from the arms. They're actually a good redundancy for weight capacity. It was an issue I've had with the upgrades to Cait's systems back home. As loathe as I am to say it, he's rather fond of biting off more than he can chew, and Mini is quite like his older brothers. Things that he can theoretically mechanically lock are going to be useful for serving that function. Of course if we up the weight tolerance here, then it's a delicate rebalancing act with the tail. The tail actually helped inform the original design, it was a great way to handle balance issues, which I've found has always been an issue with my spells, given they lack a true vestibular system like humans and animals do. The quick tail movements could help counterbalance when they miscalculated."
Yep, he hadn't even noticed his own point about he was only here to thank Tony. This was how easily Reeve got lost in work when it inspired him.
The mention of the computer had Tony sitting up attentively, then abruptly clattering off of the bench to dig around under it while Reeve rattled off again. When Tony popped back up, he was heaving a box with a smile that he dropped heavily onto his seat on the bench, then frowned and started to pull an array of accumulated junk that he noticed wasn't actually meant to be in this package, dropping tools and coils of wires carelessly back to the floor. What was left was a small D.A.T.A. point, its undercarriage looking unfinished and exposed but still swivelling toward any flicker of movement that it spotted from its back at the bottom of the box, and a heavy-cased monitor that Tony thought looked more like a 70s radar box than anything that should have come from a planet run by droids and hovercars. He shoved it toward Reeve wordlessly and went back to peering over the plans, upside down now as he leaned over them and made a guess at which parts Reeve wanted him to put back, trying to play back everything Reeve had said in the meantime. All of that stuff about tails was a slog, because Tony hadn't even considered designing a tail and he was briefly caught up in trying to fit one onto any of his skeletons before he was looking sharply up at Reeve again.
"For what?" came long enough after the declaration of Reeve's intentions that Tony could have been talking about the tail calculations, but there was no way he was that baffled or offended about the math. Tony's best guess was that he had been doing an appreciable job of finally leaving Reeve alone, but Reeve bringing himself down to the forge put a kink in that whole premise.
What a strange thing Tony brought out. The screen was so... old. Reeve winced to look at it but then nodded. He would work with it. Once he got it home. Granted he might still default to paper because without CAD programs the paper was better. But notes were good.
“What for what? The tail? I just explained, balance. I could never get the gyroscopes to serve as effective sense for stability.”
Normally when Reeve ended up hooking up with someone, he was so lucky as to not run into them later. And here there wasn't that much of an option. Especially since Reeve had agreed to help out with BB-8 after the little guy had gotten hurt.
That said, he hadn't expected that BB-8 still needed attention or care, because the guy had been on Coruscant and had chances to get BB looked over there. But he still wanted to check. Still needed to check. If only because he had to figure out how awkward thigns were going to be now.
So Reeve had set out to seek out Poe. Which he realized wasn't the easiest thing to do in this city, so...
Reeve sighed and got out his communicator and sent a message. Guess that help him avoid some awkwardness.
Poe, I was wondering if it might come by to check on BB-8. I was getting parts on Coruscant and got a backup antennae for him just in case he was having issues.
Poe smiled as he read the message, glancing over to his droid and giving him an absent scratch as he considered his reply. They hadn't really spoken since they'd returned. Somehow, despite his reputation and history, this side of things was still new.
You worried about him? We're around, feel free to stop by whenever.
The lack of clarification suggested they were in the hangar when they were most often found, working on or inside of the ship.
Well, that was that, was it not? Reeve considered for a moment, and didn’t bother to reply. Just gathered up the antenna and a small tin of candies flavored vaguely like candy he had acquired in their time off planet. Those and Mini gathered up, he immediately headed off for the hangar.
He had mostly figured it out from lack of clarification and their previous conversation after all.
At the hangar he paused, looking around, hoping to find Poe outside. If he was on the ship then Reeve would have to message him again.
The pair of them were outside, trying to piece together the various engine and ship parts they've managed to bring back with them into something that might actually function. BB-8 and Poe were having some kind of back and forth about it when Reeve approached.
Poe had a smear of dark grease on his cheek, rising and dusting off his hands on his pants and waving Reeve over.
Was it strange that Reeve found that smear so... well, attractive. He smiled and set Mini down so the doll could race to see BB-8. Reeve made his own way more slowly than that.
BB-8 chirped, clearly trying to tell Mini all about Poe's very wrong ideas about how to piece this thing together, and Poe spared him a brief look and a chuckle.
"He's doing good. Being a brat, but that's nothing new."
Too bad Mini didn't understand it very well. But he was happy to see BB-8 and nodded along like he could understand. You were always supportive of a friend, and he at least got the tone.
"I wonder if he's looking forward to being able to hear Mini's responses. It should be interesting, to hear hat conversation. Has your recovery been going well, BB-8?"
But his eyes, when he asked it, were on Poe. Was he doing well?
"I'm working on the new structure for him to inhabit," Reeve answered. "A droid metal structure under his cloth. He'll be able to speak, like his brother back home. You excited Mini?"
The doll turned and offered an eager wave as his response, before turning back to BB. Reeve, meanwhile, is watching Poe.
"Well, I've been working with those pieces. And a man, Cobb, wants to see about restoring some houses for habitation. So I've been busy. Not getting nearly enough sleep, though."
"Should be exciting. Never seen a small droid speak basic before." He wondered absently what BB might sound like if he could speak basic instead of binary.
"Cobb, right. We spoke. He's from back home- Outer Rim, like me." He grinned then, head tilting, "You need something to properly tire you out?"
"He's not quite a droid," Reeve corrected. "He's magic, like your Force but different."
Outer Rim means nothing, to Reeve, except that he's learning more about Poe. Something he files away for later. Just in case.
"More like my brain, if given nothing to distract itself, will throw into the projects I work on. So I don't sleep nearly enough for want of distractions that aren't my own thoughts."
The Force can't do anything like this, at least as far as Poe's ever seen, but he nodded. It was still easier to think of him as something droid-like, more in the realm of things Poe could understand.
"If you're looking for a distraction...?" Poe started, offering a pointed look. He was more than happy to offer one.
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Lemme Borrow This - Closed to Tony
While he did not often admit it, Reeve was not someone who very much appreciated feeling in debt to another. Not that he really felt that he could admit to Tony that he felt indebted, or why he would be. But still, he felt like he had to say something, do something, to show his thank you.
So Reeve had taken a deep breath, loaded Mini up into his bag, and headed on out to Tony's place. If he was maybe carrying a box with some of the droid parts he'd acquired so he had an 'excuse' to be there, no one needed to know.
When he arrived he popped his head in and tapped his foot against the door in a semblance of knocking.
"Tony?"
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He finished wrenching the still faintly glowing metal he pulled into place before dropping it off to the side of his surface into a bucket that released a not nearly satisfying enough sigh of steam into the air between them while Tony tried to anticipate what he was supposed to have done by now. Plenty of options had formulated by the time he was lifting off his helmet, but none feeling obvious enough to produce more than a vague and inquisitive, "Hey. Sorry?," as he made his way toward the door. "Oh," he added, like he had totally figured it out, as he processed the box, then quickly went to gather it from Reeve to hold against his hip, leaving him gesturing with the helmet. "Mini's going well then," he frowned at the assorted contents that did not look at all like a body.
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While he hasn't seen Tony in full armor, he's heard tell of it, and from that alone he knows the man thinks far more in the sorts of ways Reeve will need to give Mini proper mobility. And it sure seemed like a great starting point for other topics to eventually be approached.
"Back home I'm considered something of a computer and robotics whiz, but we know that is a bit of a lie, given I worked mainly in magic. The parts were readily available from those departments which specialized. And when I had issues with joints, I always turned to them."
He reached for the box and pulled out what is clearly to be an arm, and he fiddled with the more clamp-like three-pronged system meant to serve for grasping.
"Fingers. I need fingers and dexterity, as he will not have droid attachments to serve for him. And joints in the proper size and dexterity are something I do not fully understand. I thought I could bounce some ideas off of you, or just take a bit of instruction time before I return to my work. If that is alright."
In the end, he's an executive and a politician, and he knew better than to go straight for the question he wanted to ask. Why had he done it? Had he known? Sure, Poe said Tony had set things up after Poe mentioned him, but he wanted to know why.
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"Make yourself at home, I'll know if you take anything," he offered blandly, then pulled himself up onto the bench as well. The arm was more complicated to disengage without fully disassembling, several latches releasing before Tony could pull his hand free and give it a flex in the cool air and fresh rush of blood, his bare arm marked up to the shoulder of his tanktop where the armor and pressed snugly. He could hand the metal arm off to Reeve then, also not exactly the kind of structure he was looking for, Tony already knew, but another point of comparison for him to express himself.
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With the offer of a place to settle down, Reeve moved to the place and sat, carefully perching on the bench. What he wasn't expecting was for Tony to take his whole damn gauntlet off and hand it over. All thoughts of subtly working in his true purpose here and his thanks were brushed aside by looking at the wonder. He gasped as he looked at the thing, seeing how complex it was without even touching. And oh how he longed to touch.
"Tony, it's a marvel. Gaia, this is leagues beyond anything we might create, Barret's newest gun-arm included."
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He settled back on his hands, his still armored fingers drumming against the workbench as he eyed Reeve expectantly. "It's a shell, though. Most of that, the fit, the integration, the balance, all of the difficult parts, Mini doesn't have to worry about them. We can build in some limits or throttle some extensions, but it's not like he has to know that something is going to hurt." They weren't constrained to a certain functionality, in other words; Tony wasn't going to laugh Reeve out of here if he pulled out some outrageous plans.
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Scarlet would be SO JEALOUS of this man's creations, and so angry to be out done by him. Which was, in its own way, hot.
When he was done looking he put the arm aside and shook his head again. Tony really was a marvel. A reckless, sometimes casually and unknowingly cruel man, but a marvel.
"Mini does not need anything so complex as that. He merely wishes to be able to manipulate the world around him better. Carrying things, gripping things, doors especially are a trouble for him. Climbing as well, in the role hands play in that. I know how to handle it in the legs, and gripping toes are not really that necessary, so I don't have to worry on complexity there. Back home I relied on the work of others, and very articulated and complex series of joints to provide him gripping, and a ball socket for the hand, but he still had limited rotational ability. Back home I had to cover for that by giving him gloves, because the cloth wouldn't do what was needed and it hid the joints well and enabled me to work some additional friction with the right small ridges and bumps under the glove but..."
Oh no, he's rambling. Reeve stops and takes a deep breath.
"Fingers, Tony. I need fingers that flex and grip and can handle door knobs. Yes, most of the architecture here is for things taller than him which means I will need to take care of that in our residence to allow him accessibility, but I know how to do that. But finger joints are just so much and the head you made was so good."
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Reeve's communicator indicated the message received when Reeve finally seemed to break himself out of the loop, letting Tony relax back for barely the space of that breath before Reeve was going again. He only got a few words in, still on rhythm, before Tony was laughing and insisting, "Yeah, okay, I got it, fingers, joints and--thanks, not the first time I've been complimented on my head, but it's always nice to hear." With a vague indication with his head toward the tablet that he knew was somewhere on Reeve's person, he prompted, "Why don't you show me what you want." Did Reeve really not have any plans of his own, and came here to talk it out? Tony wasn't buying that, narrowing his eyes with suspicion.
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And Reeve did have plans, though the didn't reach for his communicator, instead he brought out his sketchbook. Tony was right. He had plans. Which he flipped open to. So many different sketches, some marked out, other ones circled for possibilities.
"I've had some ideas. Honestly, I'm worried about them. You see, back home I could work with materials I had and make the skeletal structure partially robotic, but without code, so instead Cait Sith's soul could operate it. But I didn't go through experimental steps to see just how much robotic structure such as servos and hydraulics and the like he truly needs to function."
So much was magic back home that he just built what he wanted to see, cleared the programming, and breathed life into it.
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"That could work, like here, see," Tony could point out this way, dragging his finger across the page from one of Reeve's circled sketches and onto the tablet screen as though he was pushing it across monitors, and where it was rapidly reknitting to conform with Tony's stricter, artificial lines. It fit fairly easily over one of Tony's schematics, after a flick of Tony's fingers that sent some of those servos away, less sure than Reeve where there was really need for them. "The magic part, that's the code," he accepted, discarding more of his schematics to incorporate Reeve's as he considered this. "More advanced than anything I've made, so we're not beholden to most of this shit--it's all redundancies, for balance, if this doesn't work then this will still work--but you've already built that into the system. You're overthinking it. You don't have to come over here to try to impress me, you know."
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Wait, Tony is reaching for him and Reeve not only blushes, but starts to flinch back, until his comm is removed. Oh. Dammit Tony. And looking at what Tony does, Reeve reached over to pick up Mini and transfer the doll to the table to watch. Mini, more than anyone, had a say over all of this.
"I didn't come over here to impress you. I came over here to thank you," Reeve said, reaching to touch the build on the screen. The comment is off-hand, like a correction given without thought. "Hold on, put back those servos you discarded from the arms. They're actually a good redundancy for weight capacity. It was an issue I've had with the upgrades to Cait's systems back home. As loathe as I am to say it, he's rather fond of biting off more than he can chew, and Mini is quite like his older brothers. Things that he can theoretically mechanically lock are going to be useful for serving that function. Of course if we up the weight tolerance here, then it's a delicate rebalancing act with the tail. The tail actually helped inform the original design, it was a great way to handle balance issues, which I've found has always been an issue with my spells, given they lack a true vestibular system like humans and animals do. The quick tail movements could help counterbalance when they miscalculated."
Yep, he hadn't even noticed his own point about he was only here to thank Tony. This was how easily Reeve got lost in work when it inspired him.
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"For what?" came long enough after the declaration of Reeve's intentions that Tony could have been talking about the tail calculations, but there was no way he was that baffled or offended about the math. Tony's best guess was that he had been doing an appreciable job of finally leaving Reeve alone, but Reeve bringing himself down to the forge put a kink in that whole premise.
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“What for what? The tail? I just explained, balance. I could never get the gyroscopes to serve as effective sense for stability.”
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Promise It's Just A Repair Call - Poe
That said, he hadn't expected that BB-8 still needed attention or care, because the guy had been on Coruscant and had chances to get BB looked over there. But he still wanted to check. Still needed to check. If only because he had to figure out how awkward thigns were going to be now.
So Reeve had set out to seek out Poe. Which he realized wasn't the easiest thing to do in this city, so...
Reeve sighed and got out his communicator and sent a message. Guess that help him avoid some awkwardness.
Poe, I was wondering if it might come by to check on BB-8. I was getting parts on Coruscant and got a backup antennae for him just in case he was having issues.
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You worried about him? We're around, feel free to stop by whenever.
The lack of clarification suggested they were in the hangar when they were most often found, working on or inside of the ship.
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He had mostly figured it out from lack of clarification and their previous conversation after all.
At the hangar he paused, looking around, hoping to find Poe outside. If he was on the ship then Reeve would have to message him again.
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Poe had a smear of dark grease on his cheek, rising and dusting off his hands on his pants and waving Reeve over.
"Hey, we're over here."
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"Good day, to both of you. How is BB-8 doing?"
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"He's doing good. Being a brat, but that's nothing new."
The droid trilled childishly in response.
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"I wonder if he's looking forward to being able to hear Mini's responses. It should be interesting, to hear hat conversation. Has your recovery been going well, BB-8?"
But his eyes, when he asked it, were on Poe. Was he doing well?
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"Oh is he close to being able to speak?" That would be interesting. Poe kind of thought of him as Reeve's silent companion.
Poe's smile grew a little softer, catching that gaze, leaning against the side of the ship and glancing down to BB-8 who nodded.
"He's been wondering where you've been."
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The doll turned and offered an eager wave as his response, before turning back to BB. Reeve, meanwhile, is watching Poe.
"Well, I've been working with those pieces. And a man, Cobb, wants to see about restoring some houses for habitation. So I've been busy. Not getting nearly enough sleep, though."
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"Cobb, right. We spoke. He's from back home- Outer Rim, like me." He grinned then, head tilting, "You need something to properly tire you out?"
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Outer Rim means nothing, to Reeve, except that he's learning more about Poe. Something he files away for later. Just in case.
"More like my brain, if given nothing to distract itself, will throw into the projects I work on. So I don't sleep nearly enough for want of distractions that aren't my own thoughts."
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"If you're looking for a distraction...?" Poe started, offering a pointed look. He was more than happy to offer one.
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