Yuma Robotics HQ, Central Dome, New Astarte, Planet Yuma, Coronado
11 Sept. 824 A.S.
Although Peter and Ben kept seeing each other to have fun, Erik had avoided Doreen these past few days, since Ben's birthday. It wasn't intended, considering he was once again swamped with work, yet he appreciated the situation because it gave him time to think. Today was no different. He was busy tweaking with a malfunctioning drone model while he kept rewinding the conversation he had had with Peter the other night. Both of them missed Cynthia, but they had managed to move on long ago... together. It was talking about it that finally made it a reality though, which was comforting.
Erik had always tried to put his son first... and the question of missing his mother wasn't just referring to Cynthia, but to the presence of a mother in Peter's life. For both of them, this was complicated. Still, Erik couldn't stop wondering. It was too early to tell - especially for him who had found love once before - yet Doreen seemed like someone who would, at the very least, be a good mother for Peter. He didn't tell Peter anything about this, but he subtly questioned the boy about what he thinks of Doreen. He had thought about it before - that, no matter the person, Peter still needed the guidance of a mother - but now, with Doreen, it finally felt like there's a chance. And somehow, it was all thanks to these two rug-rats becoming friends.
As his mind kept drifting away from what he was doing with the drone, he didn't realise a spring was loosening. Before he could react, it spiraled out of it's sheath and hit him in the side of the head. - - A yelp of pain. THUMP.
