The mechanical prodigy watched as Walter and that son of a bitch Mark Collins were talking about the concepts of time travel in a booth across from herself and Toby. She swished her straw around her glass of soda a little bit, the ice making a light sound as it hit the edges of the glass. She blinked, leaning on her arm in slight boredom and just looking over the table at Toby whilst taking a sip of her drink.
"Asshole." Toby stated quietly as he turned the opposite way of Happy and toward the chattering pair, both of which looked absolutely drained and exhausted but still on a roll. He was looking particularly toward the blonde, cursing at him under his breath.
They were in their own little world again. Every single time they talked there would be days, sometimes weeks, where Mark pulled Walter away from the pair and Sylvester. Not only was Walter pulled away from the group, he was pulled away from reality itself. The two continued to just ramble on and on, day after day, neither of them wanting to be the one to stop the conversation between the 'geniuses'. Although none of the group could really deny that they weren't a brilliant pair together. But Mark ruined everything, including Walter. He was down the rabbit hole yet again.
Happy had rarely received any sleep herself over the past few days. She never relied on anyone but Walter had to rely on her in this instance. If no one had ever decided to help him, he would've died of starvation before anything else. A shitty death for the man smarter than Einstein. She stared off into the distance, a blank expression on her face and rings below her eyes.
"When was the last time you gave him any food?" Toby asked her with a slight concern. The behaviourist had been more pissed than anything at them. He was angry at what they were putting everyone else through. It was stupid. Even for geniuses. They should've at least realized with their 'super amazing genius IQs' that everyone else was suffering because of them. Sylvester couldn't even stand to look at them without beginning to have extreme anxiety.
"You make him sound like a dog." She rolled her eyes at him,
"In this state, he kind of is a dog. Look at the guy."
"I hope that he starves to death and no one finds the body." She stated coldly.
"Happy," He leaned on her table, looking her in the eye. "You can't just leave him to die."
"I know but he's still a pain in the ass."
"Walter is the one that saved us. All of us in our darkest hours. He was there when no one else wanted to be." Toby grabbed her arm from across the table, looking her in the eye. "We wouldn't be here if it weren't for him."
"Look Toby, the only way that we'll be getting Walter back is if Collins is gone. And I don't think he wants to lose his playmate for a long time. Also yes, I did feed him."
The man fell silent, loosening his grip as she pulled away, back to swishing the ice against the glass once more. He sighed. He had no idea why he wasn't helping Happy with Walter. Was he scared that he would be held responsible if Walter were to die? Maybe. But God, why couldn't he bring himself to saving the man that had saved him once before?
