Though the Robotics Club usually met twice a week or when students could meet up, Syr had noticeably been gone their last few meetings. It made more of a dent than Syr probably expected it would, both in how the group ran and how Jessie worried. She hoped there wasn’t something wrong, but it wasn’t like Syrtos to not talk to her in the hallways. She was starting to notice it seemed like he was avoiding her, but she hoped that was just an overreaction. Maybe he’d just lost his phone and couldn’t reply to texts.
There were a couple times a day their class schedule lined up so they could see each other, one of which was lunch, but Syr wasn’t in the cafeteria. Wasn’t in the computer room, wasn’t staying afterwards in his class to talk to a teacher. Outdoors, the entire campus was huge and probably take hours to trek, but she finds a definitely Syr-shaped person sitting on the wooden tourney benches, like where benchwarmers sit during games. Unexpected enough already, but he’s also eating his lunch in a hoodie despite it being nearly summer time.
So as to not startle him, Jessie comes around the long side and stands in Syr’s eyesight before speaking, “Uhm, hi? What are you doing out here?”
Syrtos knows Jessie would catch on eventually. He hadn’t wanted to avoid her—not at first. At first, he figured he could just avoid touching her, or getting too close to her. His paranoia, however, had him worrying about accidentally bumping into her, or even forgetting his predicament for a second and hugging her or holding her hand out of habit. As much as he didn’t want it to, this fear pushed him towards avoidance.
He knew he’d have to tell her sooner or later, though he was hoping he could figure out a way to resolve it himself, first. He didn’t want her to worry about him, and he really didn’t want her trying to help him—he’s certain she’d try. The metal in her prosthetic, being highly conductive, would create a potential threat to her if she gets too close to him. He wouldn’t want her to feel like she had to take it off, either, and he wouldn’t ask her to.
With his powers becoming more of a problem, and not going away on their own like he hoped, he figures he ought to fill her in.
Cupping his hands together, trying to keep calm as to maintain some control over these powers of his, he answers, “Jessie...I, uh...I’ve go-got something to tell y-you.”
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