A/N: I've still only seen 8 episodes of Scorpion! No spoilers please! Disclaimer: This scene, including the dialogue, is pulled directly from the show. This is just my interpretation!
Sometimes Toby wished he could turn off the constant stream of psychological analysis in his head.
Watching Happy talk to Peyton Temple, only ten yards away, was one of those times.
"What I've missed the most in all the years since I gave it up is the perfection of harmony," Temple said, tracing a line with his finger across the front of Happy's Octave. The way he caressed the machine made Toby's skin crawl.
Happy leaned towards Peyton, almost imperceptibly, as she listened. A subconscious sign of interest, rattled off the psychologist in Toby's head. He shoved it away.
"See," continued Peyton, "a machine can only copy it, can't make it, because—"
Toby watched Happy's pupils dilate as she listened with rapt attention.
"Because the perfection is in the tiny mistakes," Temple finished, turning to face Happy with a small smile.
Their eyes locked.
Toby lowered his head, giving them some privacy. He stuck his right hand into his pocket and crumpled the pair of little orange tickets.
A/N: Boo, Peyton Temple! Poor Toby. He only got half the invitation out before… this. I love the sheer amount of fanfic material in this show .