Joel was constantly tinkering with the bots. Mike wondered if it was routine maintenance or Joel’s endless boredom that had him fiddling with his creations every couple of hours. Mike rarely saw him without one in tow.
He watched as the younger man carefully caressed Crow’s shoulders, checking the small bolts holding his usually stationary arms in place. His attention then focused on Tom. Skilled fingers turned the bot’s head from side to side. A gentle hand reached down to wrap around Tom’s in a reassuring, loving gesture.
It made the occasional pat on the back Mike received seem oddly insufficient.