"Alright, so what do you want to know specifically?" he stands up and walks away, she stares after him, until he comes back with the radio he was working on in his workshop. "I need something to do."
  "What do I want to know...?" she sighs out before stretching herself out on the couch. "Tell me, have you ever been in a relationship before?"
  "Woman, I'm twenty-four," he sits down in front of the coffee table. "Of course. I've been in five to be exact. They didn't last long, none of them did. Nothing notable about any of them. Except they thought that I was too harsh, so they left me."
  "Really? You? Too harsh?" she turns on her side to face him and what he's doing. "I wouldn't have guessed."
  "Oh shut up," he growls as he trains his eyes onto the wires. "I don't need your sarcasm, (Y/n)."
  "Yet it was fair for you to interrupt me during my story?" she lets air out of her lungs. "Listen, I didn't mean to offend you. But being harsh is a good thing, you need to find someone who can handle your level of harshness. You're at the level of harshness you're at because you're just trying to protect yourself, right?"
  "Whatever you say," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Anyway-"
  "Tell me about each of them," she sees his hand shake slightly. "What's the matter? Are you afraid that I'll judge you because of your type?"
  "No," he places his palms onto the table as he lets out a breath. "That's not it at all, I just don't like talking about them. They don't mean anything to me anymore."
  She raises an eyebrow, but decides to drop it, "Alright. Talk to me then, let anything you have bottled up inside you out. Tell me about Killer, is that his real name, by the way, or is it a nickname?"
  "That's his real name, Killer. I met him when we were young. I don't even remember what age, but it was really young. When my parents passed away, he was there for me. I inherited this place, and he lived with me," he picks up his screwdriver. "It was nice, not having to worry about my parents lecturing me if I did anything wrong. Killer was there and he always bailed me out of trouble. I met Heat and Wire not that much later and the four of us became a group."
  She nods, staring at his hands while they work. Her thoughts are filled with images of three she's seen kicking over trash cans and being yelled at, she giggles slightly. He looks up for five seconds to see her smile, but he goes right back to looking at the scattered parts.
  "Then I was arrested and put into juvie. Tried to rob a bank, would've gone off without a hitch, but Heat said my name. I took the whole rap for everything," he sighs out as he starts to reassemble the radio. He's finally completed the rewiring. "It was my idea, and they couldn't pin it on any of them because they were all each other's alibis. I also got my girlfriend at the time to cover of them."
  "Your girlfriend helped your friends get away with an attempt to rob a bank?" she lets out a high breath as a laugh. "What a girlfriend. I want to have that kind of boyfriend. Nah, actually, I want a boyfriend who would rob a bank with me."
  "Honestly, I'd prefer a girl with a backbone," he nods as he places the screws into the holes. "She ended up breaking it off while I was in jail, said she couldn't live with the guilt. The thing is, I never told her to lie for me."
  He screws the pieces of medal back into place and he picks up the radio. She watches him as he leans back on his hands and stares at the ceiling, "How'd you learn to do all of that?"
  "Mechanics?" he looks back down at her and titles his head slightly. "Or robbing a bank? Because it's actually really simple robbing-"
  "I'm talking about mechanics," she stretches her back before she sits up and rotates her body so her feet are on the floor. "Your room is filled with different objects that I have no idea on using. How'd you learn everything?"
  "My dad was one," he stands up and makes his way back to the couch, sitting next to her. "Why do you care though?"
  "Because I think it's cool," she kicks the floor with her good foot. "Where'd you learn to draw? Those pictures I saw earlier were extremely detailed."
  "I picked it up while I was in jail," he sighs out and narrows his eyes. "Of course I couldn't draw weapons out in the open, but they don't check your journals if you have one. And even if they did, it's not like I could get in trouble, I would already have erased everything by the day they did the cell inspections. But that's also something I don't like talking about."
  She lets out a sigh before she looks at him out of the corner of her eye, "So, uh, Kid, are you a virgin?"
  "I thought you'd never ask," a smile crosses his face as he faces her head on. "How about you find out?"
  She rolls her eyes before he suddenly pins her down. He stares into her eyes, the same smile on his face, her heartbeats too fast for her to think clearly. He leans down, she can feel his breath over her face.
  "Kid, quit joking around," she finally manages to squeeze out of her lungs. "Or do you want me to beat you up for sexual harassment?"
  He starts to laugh, shaking his head from side-to-side, "Even when I'm towering over you, you still find a way to threaten me."
  "Uh, captain," Heat clears his throat, causing the two on the couch to look in the direction of the noise. "It seems we've interrupted something."

-Chapter 3: We Ain't Got Nothing But Time... End-

-Chapter 4: On Their Way... begins now...-