-Still hugging him-
It happens whenever I'm gone. I promise not to leave again.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Junk-bot is outside, looking around for spare parts, metals-
-mostly stuff that seems like it could be salvaged and reforged-
-some things he could use-
-though as he's wondering around he does think to himself how the hell he's going to forge it all and manufacture-
-he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it, he thinks-
-all he needs right now is material-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(that'll be hard, there appear to be no latches, no ridges, no nothing)
(There is, however, some kind of hatch on the bottom, as if something big is supposed to go in there. It won't open either yet, though.)
(She walks in.) Hey...who's there?
(note: still blindfolded until further notice)
Heh, so have I. I beat up a bunch of bad guys yesterday.
Well, correction, I rode a tank that knocked them down like bowling pins.

-She shakes him hard, then hugs him tight-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?