Jet glanced at his fellow cyborg and grinned, running a casual hand through his hair. "Life's hard, you know?" he chuckled, "But then, that's life. I've always tried to live life the best that I could, 'cause I never knew when it would end. Now, life's not so unpredictable anymore." He frowned and looked over at the morose man beside him. Hesitantly, he reached over and gingerly rested his hand on his shoulder, looking deep into the empty depths of those emotionless blue eyes. "You can't give up on yourself yet. Just because Biina and Hilda are gone, doesn't mean you don't have anything left to live for."
Albert looked own, his gun hand moving to cover Jet's. "You're right, you know," Albert mumbled, grasping Jet's hand tightly, "I know you're right. I just can't help but feel like it's my fault. Like I'm the reason they died. Like if I hadn't been emotionally involved they would have..." his voice trailed off as his throat closed up. He closed his eyes as he took a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
Jet bit his lip. He wasn't exactly sure how to deal with Heinrich to begin with, forget it when he was in this kind of state. Gently, he pulled his hand out from beneath the gunman's, and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Albert silently turned into Jet's comforting embrace, his face buried into the crook of his neck. "Hey now," he murmured uncertainly, "You couldn't've known that that would heppen."
"But still..." Albert insisted, his voice muffled.
"No. No buts. We're still all here, aren't we?" He gave him a comforting squeeze.
"Yes," Albert sighed. Jet was right. For all the tough battles they had been through, the original 00 prototypes were still alive and functional. He took a deep breath and shook himself. Of course they were all right. There had been some close calls, but they still pulled through. His friends were all still alive, if not completely whole. And Jet... Jet wouldn't give up without a fight.
Jet smiled to himself as he felt Albert's breathing steady. Finally, he managed to comfort somebody without it backfiring. He chuckled and happily rubbed the sleeping cyborg's shoulder, feeling quite pleased with himself for the accomplishment, no matter how small it was.