So I think the relationship between Six and Rex is interesting and I enjoy writing about it. Haven't watched Generator Rex in a while, so sorry if this is out of character for Six. Was pretty fun to write and hope ya like it!
Six was a smart man. Admittedly, he had not had received the same education as Dr. Holiday, nor was he inherently brilliant, as some of the scientists that came through Providence. However, his smarts were in a different area.
He was a people watcher. He knew combat. He knew physical training and how to beat the art of fighting into a hotheaded teen that wasn't responsible with his abilities. And Six knew people. He catalogued people into Enemies, Allies, and Unknowns. He understood Evos and how to take them down with few casualties. And, because Six was a people watcher, he knew the people around him. It might not seem like he noticed, but he knew everyone in the Providence tower. He knew the man who brought coffee to the scientists every morning, though he wore a white mask like all Providence guards. Six knew the guard who smoked in a corner of the break room on the fourth floor, every day at 11 o clock, and so on. And because Six was a smart man, he knew something was very wrong with Rex.
The teen had been moody and sullen for weeks. This was to be expected because Rex was a teenager, but his current attitude was not an irritable mood swing. His behavior was different. He was still brash and sarcastic, but there was no teasing glint in his eyes or smile to soften his harsh words. Rex still went overkill with his abilities, but anger fueled all his blow and the anger did not dissipate when the fight was done. He snapped at anyone who spoke to him and spent most of his time in his room. Bobo reported that Rex did nothing but lay on his bed most the time and stare at the ceiling. His uncontrolled appetite was gone.
Rex was generally scruffy. He bathed, but bags lay under his eyes, and his dark hair was always on end. His overall appearance was that of a lean alley cat. Six was currently in a dusty bookstore, turning over the recent behavior in his mind. Long, spidery fingers glided over dusty covers. Most thought his hands were only for wielding swords, but Six's fingers had many pursuits, which were not as deadly. The titles of the novels were a blur until he came to The Odyssey. He pulled the book from the shelf and thought. He'd read this one already. King Oedipus made a mistake- Oedipus Rex. He shifted on the wooden floor. Rex meant king. A flicker of a smile touched his thin lips. A tragedy, Six mused turning the book over in his hands. Rex was unhappy. wasn't he? Six had thought this for some time, but he could admit he was not sure how to approach the topic with the brash teen. Six started toward the cashier, thinking.
He had a roll of green wrapping paper in his room. He would package the book and take it to Rex. And they would talk, not just about the book but everything the kid wanted to say, and maybe some things he didn't want too. Rex was a good kid, but Six hoped he would not take the king thing to his head. Six sighed in defeat. He definitely would.