Hatchworth's Room

[hatchworthy]

This Hatchworth's room is a little larger than that of his younger self, though not by much. There isn't much here aside from a bed, a few drawers, and a little window looking out over the yard. He doesn't need anything fancy. The most important part, anyway, is that it's near his brothers' rooms.

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[bluematters]

Sometime after the bronze 'bot had settled into his new room, even if not quite so very settled into the idea of suddenly having more than one of certain brothers -let alone himself- there would be a light knocking on the door. The front door of the house might've been missing, but most of the bedrooms still possesed them.

"Hatchworth, do you have a moment?" Time for a visitor.

[hatchworthy]

Hatchworth hadn't really been doing anything in there, just sitting on his new bed in the dark and thinking. There was a lot to think about, even more than there had been when he first came back out into the world. Truth be told, he was profoundly grateful for the door...or perhaps relieved was the right word.

The bronze 'bot startled a little as the knock snapped him out of his thoughts, but he wasted little time in stiffly rising and shuffling over to get the door. "Of course. Pappy." There may have been a slight tremor in his chassis as he opened it, but what of that?

[bluematters]

Hatchworth was greeted with something of a warm smile once the door was opened, "Hope you don't mind the bit of a surprise visit." When wasn't him dropping by one of his boys' rooms a surprise though, really? He still spent quite a bit of time in his workshop that had once been the basement.

Well, not as much as he could have.

"I wanted to see how you are doing," coming right out with it. "This place can be rather overwhelming, along with this situation." Situation? Well, yes, since he knows as much that he's been dead for quite the many years for the 'bots. Here he was much younger than last they'd seen

[hatchworthy]

"Oh. Yes."

Hatchworth took a few careful steps to the side, to let Peter enter the room if he wished. "It is. overwhelming. sometimes. But I am. okay." Really, he was used to things being overwhelming. It never really got better, but at least he expected it. Even now his arms were crossed over his chest, an old habit, but he was at least trying to maintain eye contact.

He would get better at this. He had at everything else, right?

[bluematters]

"I'm still getting used to it myself," honestly. He took the silent offer, and really wasn't surprised about the smaller size. It looked to be a common thing with the bronze 'bot. Arms folded just behind his back, gaze alternating between looking over the room and resting on his youngest.

"Even after being here for a few months." Overwhelmed he'd been himself, and still was at times. First seeing them as they were when for him they were but a year old, and then Delilah alive; Now there was Six, a blood relative that he was some.. grandparent of? Peter lightly rested a hand against Hatchworth's shoulder, "How does it feel to see yourself?"

Let's not talk about the awkwardness with him yes.

[hatchworthy]

There was a faint but definite shudder that went through Hatchworth's body as his father laid a hand on him. This was real. This was happening. Blue matter mirages did many things, but they could never touch.

"It. is." He paused, briefly, both searching for the right word and trying to calm himself a little; his speech was getting jerkier than normal. "strange. But not. a bad strange."

[bluematters]

The hand remained there where it was, noting the shuddering but not bringing any further attention to it himself. Noting down all of these little things, things he'd encountered with the other bronze 'bot. He understood there was nervousness, something awkward.

Never pried what, was never told, and he didn't want to push.

"That may be a very good discription for many things in this place."

[hatchworthy]

"Yes."

And with that, Hatchy had absolutely no idea what else to say. What did you say? There was too much, and absolutely none of it was anything the man should even really hear. Nothing he needed to know, in Rabbit's words.

So, in lieu of any of those things, the bronze 'bot settled for a simple, quiet, "It is. good to see you. again, Pappy."

[bluematters]

"It's good to see you too, Hatchworth."

Peter wasn't an overly affectionate man, but it was without hesitation that the Bronze 'bot got something of a small hug- "Very good, even in such strange circumstances as this city provides. I would never have gotten to see how you boys turned out otherwise, and I am sorry for that." It wasn't lingering, or a long hug with how nervous his youngest was.

[hatchworthy]

It took a few seconds, but Hatchworth slowly raised his arms to return the hug as well as he could. He didn't mind when it ended, quietly drawing back, but...well, it had been nice while it lasted.

"It is. okay."

[bluematters]

There was a firm pat to the bronze 'bot's shoulder, "Mm. Keep in mind you're welcome to come find me in the workshop if you need something, if I'm not in my room." His smile turned to something more akin to amusement, "It's the one right beside Rabbit's, if no one had told you yet."

Leave it to Rabbit to take the room beside his creator's?

[hatchworthy]

Of course he had. Hatchworth nodded slightly. "Yes. sir." It made him glad to think how happy Rabbit must have been to see their father again. Though he hadn't been there when it happened, even seventy-odd years later he could see how badly the loss had hit his oldest brother.

[bluematters]

It had been quite the reunion, and Peter had come out of it with a few oil stains on his shirt. Even he couldn't miss how his absence had affected his oldest.

"There was a firm pressure of Hatchworth's shoulder, making up for how little a squeeze would have conveyed anything, "Good, good. Have you been told about family dinner yet?"

[hatchworthy]

"Family. dinner?" That wide, blinking blue stare was a definite no, Pappy.

[bluematters]

... Have another shoulder patting, Hatchworth.

"Family dinner is when all of us gather at the table for dinner," All of them. "Since we've a limited number of chairs, due to our low income, some have to... share. So far your brothers have been lending lap space." That is likely exactly as it sounds.