The Scav crossed his legs in front of the Claptrap unit, grumbling "Okay, Little Buddy, I got you." as his hand gripped the top corner of the robot's head to keep the fella upright as he worked.
The Claptrap had been conscious, wheel pressing against the man's crossed legs, but barely in the Scav's lap. He was trying to be patient for his new-found, masked, friend but this was a little uncomfortable. His inner mechanisms wanted to scream, "yes! A friend!" but he'd have to be still as the Scav repaired him. The Scav glanced at the unit's eye. Though he couldn't see it from the Scav's mask, he knew the guy was making a face at him.
The Scav was repairing the unit's casing, he had a bullet punch a huge hole in his case, just below his eye, but it seemed like too much interior damage had been done. Since the man wasn't exactly a mechanist, he had to leave the unit one-armed... He could try to get help from his teammates, but they were unpredictable. Every other psycho would leave the blast open and roll their eyes if the unit asked for help.
The man put so much time and effort into both being gentle with the robot, and trying to blend the repair in with the unit's pastel paint. When you live in muck without care, your paint became less than pretty.
The only reason the unit got shot was he'd had an accidental run-in with a Darksider gang member.
He thought he was done for, but turns out one of his teammates was looking after him. Like a masked guardian angel. But more bloody. (The best kind!)
The unit pulled his arm up and slowly placed his hand on the Skag's wrist, which stopped him more effectively than any words. Truthfully, he had no idea how the man would react. He could be a psycho, for all he knows.
The Scav looked up at the Claptrap. "Yeah, Little Buddy? You sore?" He asked, lifting his head.
A few seconds had passed and the unit couldn't find any words in him. But he had to say something. This was about the only person that cared about him.
"I'm sorry," his default, cheery voice rung. He wished he didn't sound so enthusiastic all the time, especially now. "For the trouble."
The Scav was silent for a moment, expressionless to the unit. However, after a second, he chuckled in his surprisingly smooth voice. "Polite fella, ain't you? You're okay, Bud."