I own nothing but the small plot
Tech was fiddling with an old invention not being to happy about it. "Why did it back fire?" he cried in frustration.
Rev peeked into the coyote's room. "Hey-Tech-you-ok?" the bird asked holding his broken wing/arm that was in a cast.
Tech whipped his around surprised. "Rev what are you doing here?"
"Well-you've-been-in-here-for-hours-everyone-was-worried-so-I-came-here-to-check-on-you-and-" Rev was cut by Tech.
"I get it Rev." Tech went back fiddling with the invention. "I'm fine so tell everyone to stop worrying."
Rev ran up next to Tech and placed his good hand on Tech's shoulder. "Hey-look-Tech-just-get-out-of-this-room-you-can't-stay-here-forever-and-if-its-because-of-my-from-the-mission-do-" Rev once again was interpreted by Tech but in a different matter.
Tech left arm snaked its way around Rev's waist and right arm around Rev's back. His lips crashed onto Rev's break which to Tech's surprise Rev was kissing back and wrapped his good arm around Tech's neck. Their kiss broke and they were staring at each others eyes.
"Rev it was my fault you got hurt my fault." Tech said bitterly.
Rev looked a Tech and pulled him into another kiss. "No-it-wasn't-it-was-those-dumb-morons."
"But-" Tech was cut of with another kiss.
"Just-come-in-the-main-room-everyone-is-so-worried-especially-me." Rev pleaded.
"Sure thing," Tech smiled. "anything for you."