Room 401, Sunday Evening

[ultron_junior]

Victor had bad dreams a lot. Maybe it was some glitch in his neuroprocessors, maybe it was non-cyborg-issue-related psychic damage from seeing his mom die, but -- whatever. Bad dreams. Generally he just rolled over and tried to forget them

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[not_trivial]

Alec was... still a little dazed when he made his way from upstairs, let himself into his room, and collapsed on his bed.

"Terrible week?"

He'd heard a little bit about his roommate's adventures on the radio. Somehow he doubted Victor was feeling any better right now than he was.

[ultron_junior]

"No good, very bad, horrible, awful ..." Victor ran out of synonyms about there and just nodded. "Yeah. Yours too?"

He'd suspected as much. He'd listened to radio, too.

[not_trivial]

Alec was just going to be staring up at the ceiling now, thanks. "Yeah."

Fandom, seriously, what was wrong with you?

"At least it's fixed now," he offered, but with the toneless inflection that came along with someone not even trying all that hard to convince himself.

[ultron_junior]

"Yeah," Victor said glumly. "Except for the part where apparently my whole life is just waiting for the next psychopath to hack into my brain and mess with me. But other than that, fixed."