Insano sticks his tongue out in her direction before taking his goggles off.
If only Missy would understand the importance of this experiment… but on the other hand she also cared for his wellbeing. And the latter was somehow better in his opinion.
He throws his clothes and his goggles in the container and reluctantly starts to clean himself up under the shower. Dammit. Maybe now the wished effect wouldn’t occur…
He rubs his hair dry with a towel before tieing said towel around his waist. Grumbling sightly, he waits for Missy to return with some spare clothes.
Missy peeks behind the corner, seeing Insano look forlorn while sitting on the bench in dry-off room. She sighs and walks in, handing him the new scrubs and coat and sits down.
She turns her head as he gets dressed and the man sits down beside her when he gets finished.
Didn’t you even think about the dangers of doing what you did? What if something happened to you? Why do you think you need to upgrade yourself? You’re already perfect to me…
She tried convincing herself that this shouldn’t bother her but her body had other plans. Missy felt tears prick the corners of her eyes and she pulls her glasses off, rubbing her eyes.
T-the steam’s bothering me. Sorry…