Oh, come on now. It's hard to write in the middle of the world ending every single mission, you know that.

[It's a jab at him, he knows that well, but he can't really be mad. He just glances over, smile widening even though he really shouldn't give into this kind of teasing from this impossibly, frustrating robot who clearly thinks he's better than everyone else.]

[Oh, what the hell.]

But maybe I haven't been distracted enough. I need to get some kind of inspiration from somewhere, don't I? Clearly I haven't gotten as much as I would've liked.

[THAT'S GAY, KEATS]