tw: hal’s ponytail, hal having complex feelings about his father
“I can build it.”
David stares at Hal over the cluttered card table. “Seriously?”
Hal snorts and shoves his hair back into its frayed ponytail. “I built REX, Snake. I did it just from concepts. Not like my dad.” There’s that strange distaste in Hal’s voice whenever he speaks about his father. “He stole half his shit. Me? It’s all my work. I built the simulator for the launch test data, too. So I just need to know what makes these work, a little reverse engineering, voila.”
“Damn,” says David. He reaches over and ruffles Hal’s hair out of its hold. “You’re so goddamn useful. Good thing I saved your ass.”
“Hey, stop!” But Hal is grinning, proudly shuffling through the sim cartridges, looking more his age than Snake has seen him yet.