The Glasses

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The truck barreled down the road, just in time for Stone to catch the bed of it. His eyes tracked the truck down the road, then passed over to the house. The Doctor. If he wasn't out here, ordering him to start up their vehicle, then something must be wrong.

He flung the door open, a mass of black fabric meeting his eyes. Quickly crouching down, Stone turned it over to find his boss, his left eye threatening to swell shut.

The mission had been going incredibly well so far, but when it came to actually locating and catching this... thing, it was proving to be quite the challenge. Focusing on the task at hand also became a challenge for Stone. After the rush of working with the military the first time, going back to the lab and only being spoken to when Robotnik needed something was almost agonizing.

This mission brought them the closest they've ever been— even now, Stone was being held by the jaw, inches from Robotnik's face. Sure, he was being reprimanded, but any interaction was better than none at all, right? Making progress, he told himself.

Swiftly, Robotnik let him go, and put on his glasses. The left lens tilted at an uncomfortable angle, and the bridge was bent beyond repair. He grumbled to himself and told Stone to order a new pair.

"They know what kind I like," 

And know they did. Stone put a hand over his mouth, and dragged it up to his forehead.

Inside, cradled by a black velvet form custom made for them, were a thin pair of equally jet black shades. Frameless, how the doctor liked them.

Biting his knuckles, Stone squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to look at them. Teardrops fell, and were promptly absorbed by the velvet.

They were glasses, they were just glasses.

He closed the box hurriedly and hid it in a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. But it wasn't out of his mind. Robotnik was all he could think about. He hadn't even gone home since the doctor left for San Francisco. Maybe, just maybe, he was still there somehow, just caught up in something.

Wherever he was, Stone just hoped he was okay.

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