Anomaly (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

You are art (nsfw)

We reach his lab without a single word between us. It's probably super awkward for him but I'm still in the process of fully waking up so I don't really care.

He opens the door as usual and we head in.

Instead of sitting in my spinning chair I head to the couch and lie down there.

"Any progress as to why I'm from two dimensions?" I ask casually, turning to look at him.

He's avoiding eye contact. Weird.

Highly recommended playing - Hold Me by Hojean.

"Uhhh we're gathering all the information we have about you to figure that out." He says distractedly, he's looking around the room as if he were searching for some way of starting the conversation he wants to start.

"Cool, also, you said something about a 'he'? Does he have any information we could use to figure it out?" I try to avoid the subject. I know I'm gonna have to address it at some point, but I'm buying as much time as I can.

I really don't wanna talk about feelings right now.

"Don't worry about that guy, he's- he can't help us..." he's fidgeting with stuff on his desk. And as if he had read my last thought he asks "How've you been doing lately?"

It catches me off guard, the last thing I came in here to talk about was about me being sad because I literally lost everything.

There's days where it's particularly hard. Days where I can barely even get out of bed. Days where missions are a lot more difficult than they should be, and nights where (very rarely) I cry until I'm exhausted enough to sleep.

Gwen and Hobie help a lot during those nights.

And of course every once in a while Miguel knocks at one a.m. to finds me crying.

He holds my hand and strokes my hair, and when I calm down he walks me to his lab and talks to me about the multiverse until I fall asleep on this couch that I'm sitting on right now...

"I'm okay" I say. And technically it's not a lie because I am okay right now.

He exhales, as if readying himself for the talk we're about to have.

"So I uh- wanted to clarify... some things, about what happened yesterday." He says plainly. He's finally stopped walking around, and he's facing me, with his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her problem child.

"Go on then, clarify" I gesture with my hand, sinking deeper into the sofa.

He clears his throat and stares at me, I feel like he's looking into my soul with that serious expression.

What did bro take today cause he's acting weird as fuck.

"You probably already know" He starts in a very dry tone "but I'm not in all of this to fall in love" red is a warm color, but in his eyes it's the coldest I've ever seen it.

My stomach does a weird thing, like it's upset for some reason. I let out a chuckle. "Obviously" I snort "no one is ever in anything to 'fall in love' it just happens." I turn around in the couch so that my legs are over the backrest and my head is upside down.

Miguel pinches his nose, mumbling something in Spanish that I don't quite hear.

"Sooo, are we done?" I ask.

He looks up at me with wide eyes, like I scared him.

"With the talk?" I clarify.

His shoulders relax and he exhales. He has absolutely no idea what to say to that, to any of what I just said. So, I take the opportunity to ask him some questions.