"You talk fast," Hartley informed him, then leaned in to kiss him to cut him off from saying anything else, "But I got the gist. I'll finish up my earpieces and you can play around with my laptop." He pointed out the laptop, not that he really had to, given it was right on the table. Finally he got up, holding his hands out to keep balanced. Damn ears.

He made his way over to his workstation and picked off where he'd stopped. There was a lot of residue shame over being disabled, installed there by his parents. He felt lesser like this and he knew he shouldn't, but there it was anyway.