@bluesdln000 was in the lab.
Thomas Light was a family man by all means, even if there were people who would disagree that his sentient creations were able to qualify. They supported each other, listened to each other’s problems, and generally all cared for each other and did what they could. He loved all of his children, and tried his best to love them all equally. But there were those special few he had spent more time with, who had truly touched his heart and - if any of them - would be presumed his favorites, among those who claimed every parent must have at least one.
He would never want to admit it, mostly due to the fact of the matter that it was a poor turn for a conversation regarding those uninvolved, but his first creation had most certainly been one of those few bots. The child he had been so happy to have, to treat to life like he wished his own father could’ve done to him - only to be left stunned and shaken when he saw him collapse on that field. He had been so quick to run out, and yet Light had failed him far before that moment. It was that core - that part that he had been so worried about before, the part that he was told would ‘-be okay, it’s only a robot so you shouldn’t worry about it so much. Worse come to worst, you repair it once any negative signs show up.’ And yet that was a chance he never got, for one reason or another that bot he considered his son had gone. And it was anyone’s speculation as to where or why, something that raced in his mind for years to come...
And now, walking in through his lab late that night, Thomas saw his boy standing there. The light had been flicked on, and he saw that familiar design and armor - and poised and ready to reach for the knob he himself had just turned. Despite having known he did visit Rock and Roll on occasion, he had forgotten to check the cameras in his home before returning - and for that couldn’t help but feel frustrated with himself. If he had known that his eldest son would be here, he may have taken a detour or stopped to do something for a short period of time... It was after a moment of silent surprise that he spoke.
❝ ... It is no problem to me that you’ve been here, and just the same it would be nothing that I would hold against you if you decided to go. But know that while I wouldn’t force you to stay, I would be happy to be able to speak to you again. That choice is one I’m leaving with you. If you do decide to go, feel free to take an E Tank on your way out. ❞
And it was with that he carefully made his way past Blues and into that lab, where he took out an E Tank and set it on the counter. Afterwards he walked a short means away and walked over to his speaker system, where he began to set up a special album that he had been listening to since his college years. And without looking back to his son, he quietly awaited the decision he might make.
