Jan. 22nd, 2024

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[ even when hal doesn't understand the lengths they're going to in order to help people, he doesn't question it. sometimes he figures maybe some coding is off in his head, or he's having the wrong kind of reaction to things that happen around (to) them.

he never even considers asking dave why in any form other than the cursory complaining they're both used to him making because this isn't their problem, or at least it shouldn't be. finding people's stalkers and shit isn't in their job description last he checked, so of course, every time, he brings up calling the cops.

now, acab of course, but they're also equipped with the things that make them acab, which honestly hal thinks that stalkers deserve to be on the wrong side of so why, every time, does it have to be them?

it's not like hal is jealous of the people dave decides to help or anything, but if he gives them more than a second glance he gets a strange feeling in his head, a buzzing in his totally-really-human ears.

he does end up feeling bad for them in the end though, and he still leaps out of the car and runs inside to help when things go down.

they haven't gone anywhere in a few weeks, but hal's catching up on Youtube on his phone when he gets a notification ping that he almost deletes but forces himself not to. sighing, he tips his head back to look at dave upside-down over the back of the couch. ]


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