#Detector circuit

[rbrtsw2lee]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--optoelectronics--infrared-emitters-detectors/hdn1102w-tr-stanley-electric-9066162

Infrared emitters manufacturers, Ceramic infrared, emitter circuit, infrared light,

3 x 1.5 mm 60° 870 nm 20 mA Surface Mount Infrared Emitting Diode

[dvin2tkerr]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--optoelectronics--infrared-transceivers/tfdu4301-tr3-vishay-5144504

Wireless transceiver, serial IR transceiver, Infrared motion, IR receiver cable

Infrared Transceivers IRDA Transceiver Tinyface mold

[ctniu2leyy]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/electromechanical--circuit-protection--tvs-diodes/sznup2105lt1g-onsemi-9035383

What is a transient voltage suppressor diode, TVS surge protection diode

SZNUP Series 350 W 32 V Surface Mount Dual Line CAN Bus Protector - SOT-23

[vitalpowerelectricus]

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[rbrt2sierr]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--diodes--schottky-diodes/bat54cw-7-f-diodes-incorporated-1106541

RF detector diode, Schottky Barrier Diode, Hot carrier diode, Schottky rectifier

BAT54W Series 30 V 600 mA Surface Mount Schottky Barrier Diode - SOT-323

[ctphr2gore]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--discretes--diodes--schottky-diodes/zhcs1000ta-diodes-incorporated-8003485

Low forward voltage drop, fast switching, diode chip, Recovery diode

ZHCS1000 Series 1000 mA 40 V 100 uA High Current Schottky Barrier Diode - SOT-23

[nasa]

Black Scientists and Engineers Past and Present Enable NASA Space Telescope

The Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope is NASA’s next flagship astrophysics mission, set to launch by May 2027. We’re currently integrating parts of the spacecraft in the NASA Goddard Space Flight Center clean room.

Once Roman launches, it will allow astronomers to observe the universe like never before. In celebration of Black History Month, let’s get to know some Black scientists and engineers, past and present, whose contributions will allow Roman to make history.

Dr. Beth Brown

The late Dr. Beth Brown worked at NASA Goddard as an astrophysicist. in 1998, Dr. Brown became the first Black American woman to earn a Ph.D. in astronomy at the University of Michigan. While at Goddard, Dr. Brown used data from two NASA X-ray missions – ROSAT (the ROentgen SATellite) and the Chandra X-ray Observatory – to study elliptical galaxies that she believed contained supermassive black holes.  

With Roman’s wide field of view and fast survey speeds, astronomers will be able to expand the search for black holes that wander the galaxy without anything nearby to clue us into their presence.

Dr. Harvey Washington Banks 

In 1961, Dr. Harvey Washington Banks was the first Black American to graduate with a doctorate in astronomy. His research was on spectroscopy, the study of how light and matter interact, and his research helped advance our knowledge of the field. Roman will use spectroscopy to explore how dark energy is speeding up the universe's expansion.

NOTE - Sensitive technical details have been digitally obscured in this photograph. 

Sheri Thorn 

Aerospace engineer Sheri Thorn is ensuring Roman’s primary mirror will be protected from the Sun so we can capture the best images of deep space. Thorn works on the Deployable Aperture Cover, a large, soft shade known as a space blanket. It will be mounted to the top of the telescope in the stowed position and then deployed after launch. Thorn helped in the design phase and is now working on building the flight hardware before it goes to environmental testing and is integrated to the spacecraft.

Sanetra Bailey 

Roman will be orbiting a million miles away at the second Lagrange point, or L2. Staying updated on the telescope's status and health will be an integral part of keeping the mission running. Electronics engineer Sanetra Bailey is the person who is making sure that will happen. Bailey works on circuits that will act like the brains of the spacecraft, telling it how and where to move and relaying information about its status back down to Earth.  

 Learn more about Sanetra Bailey and her journey to NASA. 

Dr. Gregory Mosby 

Roman’s field of view will be at least 100 times larger than the Hubble Space Telescope's, even though the primary mirrors are the same size. What gives Roman the larger field of view are its 18 detectors. Dr. Gregory Mosby is one of the detector scientists on the Roman mission who helped select the flight detectors that will be our “eyes” to the universe.

Dr. Beth Brown, Dr. Harvey Washington Banks, Sheri Thorn, Sanetra Bailey, and Dr. Greg Mosby are just some of the many Black scientists and engineers in astrophysics who have and continue to pave the way for others in the field. The Roman Space Telescope team promises to continue to highlight those who came before us and those who are here now to truly appreciate the amazing science to come. 

To stay up to date on the mission, check out our website and follow Roman on X and Facebook.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[reasonsforhope]

"As the world grows “smarter” through the adoption of smartphones, smart fridges, and entire smart houses, the carbon cost of that technology grows, too. 

In the last decade, electronic waste has become one of the fastest-growing waste streams in the world. 

According to The World Counts, the globe generates about 50 million tons of e-waste every year. That’s the equivalent of 1,000 laptops being trashed every second. 

After they’re shipped off to landfills and incinerated, the trash releases toxic chemicals including lead, cadmium, arsenic, mercury, and so much more, which can cause disastrous health effects on the populations that live near those trash sites. 

Fortunately, Franziska Kerber — a university student at ​​FH Joanneum in Graz, Austria — has dreamed up a solution that helps carve away at that behemoth problem: electronics made out of recyclable, dissolvable paper. 

On September 11, Kerber’s invention “Pape” — or Paper Electronics — earned global recognition when it was named a national winner of the 2024 James Dyson Awards. 

When she entered the scientific competition, Kerber demonstrated her invention with the creation of several small electronics made out of paper materials, including a fully-functional WiFi router and smoke detector. 

“Small electronic devices are especially prone to ending up in household waste due to unclear disposal systems and their small size, so there is significant potential to develop a more user-friendly end-of-life system,” Kerber wrote on the James Dyson Award website. 

“With this in mind, I aimed to move beyond a simple recycling solution to a circular one, ensuring long-term sustainability.” 

Kerber’s invention hinges on crafting a dissolvable and recyclable PCB board out of compressed “paper pulp.” 

A printed circuit board (PCB) is a board that can be found in nearly all modern electronic devices, like phones, tablets, and smartwatches.

But even companies that have started incorporating a “dissolution” step into the end life of their products require deconstruction to break down and recover the PCB board before it can be recycled. 

With Kerber’s PAPE products, users don’t need to take the device apart to recycle it.

“By implementing a user-friendly return option, manufacturers can efficiently dissolve all returned items, potentially reusing electronic components,” Kerber explained. 

“Rapidly advancing technology, which forms the core of many devices, becomes obsolete much faster than the structural elements, which are often made from plastics that can last thousands of years,” Kerber poses. 

PAPE, Kerber says, has a “designed end-of-life system” which anticipates obsolescence. 

“Does anyone want to use a thousand-year-old computer?” Kerber asks. “Of course not. … This ensures a sustainable and reliable system without hindering technological advancement.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, September 13, 2024

[ctniu2leyy]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/electromechanical--circuit-protection--tvs-diodes/sznup2105lt1g-onsemi-9035383

What is a transient voltage suppressor diode, TVS surge protection diode

SZNUP Series 350 W 32 V Surface Mount Dual Line CAN Bus Protector - SOT-23

[fallout-lou-begas]

telling your girlfriend in a town where nothing ever happens that you want to try using toys in the bedroom and next time you see her she brings out allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractors, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires, BB pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvers, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, waterproofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers

[magic-vending-machine]

I insert a photograph of Weird Al Yankovic

The machine dispenses allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire guages, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit brakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers.

[misssparklingpaws]

Shadow in the Flame

Chapter 4: Kitchen Fires and Stark Shorts

The Tower kitchen was a disaster zone of smells, noise, and barely edible food. Red Guardian stirred something that might've been soup or paint. Yelena sat on the counter eating pickles straight from the jar. Walker tossed chips into Ghost’s hood like it was a carnival game. Bucky, ever the tired dad of this misfit crew, was sipping a beer and pretending he didn’t see any of it.

Then the kitchen doors whooshed open.

And in walked Aria.

Hair loosely tied up, Stark Industries T-shirt sliding off one shoulder, and the smallest pair of black sleep shorts this side of decency.

For one terrifying, holy second.

Robert stopped breathing.

The room fell into stunned silence. Even the smoke detector paused in disbelief.

She blinked, mid-step. “What.”

Yelena, first to recover, grinned wide and wolfish. “You look like a Bratz doll with access to Stark satellites.”

Aria raised an eyebrow. “Should I be offended or flattered?”

“Both,” Yelena said. “And also legally weaponized.”

Robert, still staring, mumbled, “You’re… wow.”

Red Guardian squinted. “Did he just say ‘wow’?”

Aria paused mid-step, blinking. “What.”

Robert snapped upright like someone hit his reset button. “I mean hi! Hello. I didn’t mean I mean yes! Not, not yes like that, I mean do you want food? I can cook! I cook! Very calmly!”

He spun around, bumped into the counter, then tripped over a chair leg and barely caught himself.

Conversation died. Like someone had hit mute on the whole room.

Robert, pale and panicked “Do you, are you um food. Do you want food? I could cook! Like… toast! Or eggs. Do you eat eggs? I could toast something or your bagel, I'm certified in breakfast.”

“Certified in breakfast?” Walker said, snorting. “What does that even mean?”

“He’s short-circuiting,” Yelena whispered gleefully. “This is amazing.”

Aria stared. “Are you… okay?”

Robert blinked. “Am I me? Yes. I am. Fine. You’re… short-shorts. I mean, you’re wearing uh those. And that. Shirt. Which is normal. For you. I’m shutting up now.”

Yelena cackled. “He’s gone, completely fried.”

Red Guardian raised his drink. “To young love.”

Robert looked like someone had just set him on fire. “I’m just being polite!”

“Polite?” Ghost said quietly from her corner. “You just offered her your soul in pancake form.”

“I did not!”

“You also offered to toast her bagel,” Bucky added. “Which sounded way dirtier than you intended.”

“I meant literally! Like bread and heat and oh my God"

Aria finally cracked. Just a little. The barest curl of her lips as she pulled a yogurt from the fridge.

Yelena pointed. “Smile detected! I repeat, the Stark bot smiled!”

Robert was blushing so hard he looked sunburned. “I didn’t mean , she just, she walked in like that and"

Aria turned her cool gaze on him. “Like what, Reynolds?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Pretty,” he muttered under his breath.

Dead. Silence.

Yelena lost it, doubled over in laughter.

Red Guardian clapped him on the back. “Is good. You die brave.”

Bucky sipped his beer with a smirk. “You’ve got it bad, kid.”

Robert groaned into his hands. “I hate everyone in this kitchen.”

Aria sat down like she hadn’t just caused a complete emotional meltdown. “You're all exhausting.”

Robert slid a plate toward her, carefully avoiding eye contact. “I made pasta. No mushrooms. Extra cheese.”

She glanced at it. Then him. That little smirk again.

“…Thanks, Reynolds.”

He blushed even harder.

Yelena: “If he turns any redder, we can roast marshmallows on him.”

Aria took a slow breath, letting the chaos settle around her like a familiar storm. The smell of burnt toast and too-salty soup didn’t bother her anymore. Maybe it never had.

She looked around at the ragtag group.

Robert hovered nervously near the counter, fiddling with a spoon like it might explode. She caught his eye and gave him a small nod.

He seemed to relax just a bit, as if her acknowledgment was a lifeline.

“Not bad,” she said, tasting the pasta. “Could use a little more garlic, but it’s edible.”

Robert’s smile cracked wider, the blush deepening. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork.”

Walker grinned, tossing another chip into Ghost’s hood. “Welcome to the family, Aria.”

Yelena leaned in, propping her chin on her hand. “So… where’ve you been all this time?”

Aria didn’t look up. “Mexico.”

Walker frowned. “That’s it?”

She shrugged. “Cancún. Dad had a secure base there.”

Yelena blinked. “You were in Cancún? Like vacation Cancún?”

“Not exactly,” Aria said, tone flat. “Off-grid. Stark-secure. Sun, sand, maybe a little of tequila.”

“Bikinis” Yelena smirked looking at Robert.

Robert choked on his drink.

“I was… connecting with the other half of my heritage.”

Yelena raised a brow. “You mean your mom’s side?”

Aria finally looked up, eyes unreadable. “Yeah. The part of me that didn’t build AI suits or rewrite satellite code at sixteen. And then added “She was a model. Glossy magazines. Good bone structure. She didn’t want a kid. She made that clear.”

Silence.

Walker cleared his throat. “So you just dropped off the radar?”

“I didn’t feel like being a public monument,” Aria replied coolly. “Everyone had expectations. Press. Legacy talk. Avengers-this, Stark-that. I needed air.”

Robert watched her, unsure if he should say something. She didn’t give him the chance.

“I read your files,” she said instead, shifting the subject. “All of them. While drinking in a hammock.”

Red Guardian snorted. “Of course you did.”

“You all know who I am,” Aria continued, her tone neutral. “But you don’t know me. Let’s keep it that way. Easier.”

Ghost tilted her head. “But you’re here now.”

Aria nodded. “I am.”

“And why now?” Yelena asked, eyes sharp.

Aria shrugged. “Felt like the right time.”

Yelena leaned back, muttering to Bucky, “She’s emotionally constipated.”

“I heard that,” Aria said, standing “And I’m just efficient.”

Bucky gave her a faint smirk. “You’re definitely Tony’s kid.”

“Minus the press conferences,” she muttered, already heading for the door. “Don’t burn the kitchen down.”

And with that, she was gone.

But something had landed. The team watched the door she exited through, feeling like they'd seen just the edge of a hurricane and still had no idea what was inside.

[haberiler]

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[alumi-san]

After seeing Japanese ship names for Hetalia, I decided to do research and find one for Danganronpa. (I'll add more)

Akane x Chiaki - Warrior's Heart

Aoi x Kyoko - California Girls

Aoi x Sakura - Donut Protein

Celeste x Gonta - Goth Bugs

Chiaki x Nagito - Claw Machine

Chihiro x Byakuya - Bitcoin

Chihiro x Kiyotaka - Ultimate Justice

Chihiro x Mondo - Electric Motor

Fuyuhiko x Hajime - Baby Tie

Fuyuhiko x Peko - Loyal Blade

Hajime x Chiaki - Steady Player

Hajime x Fuyuhiko x Kazuichi - Neapolitan Ice Cream

Hajime x Kazuichi - Fanta

Hajime x Mahiru - Vintage Photos

Hajime x Mikan - Splinter

Himiko x Angie - Magical art

Himiko x Angie x Tenko - Traffic Lights

Himiko x Tenko - Witchcraft

Izuru x Nagito - Despair and Hope

Kaede x Miu - Golden Gal

Kaede x Rantaro - Musical Chairs

Kaede x Tsumugi - Masquerade

Kaito x Kokichi - Star Trikster

Kaito x Shuichi - Cosmic Detective

Kazuichi x Gundam - Mecha Magic

Kiibo x Kaito - Cyberspace

Kiibo x Kokichi - Cyberbullying

Kiibo x Miu - Cyber-Sex

Kiyotaka x Mondo - Justice Ride

Kokichi x Gonta - Monarch Butterfly

Kokichi x Himiko - Black Magic

Kokichi x Shuichi - Lie Detector

Kyoko x Sayaka - Silent Blade

Mahiru x Hiyoko - Photobomb

Mahiru x Ibuki - Photo Album

Maki x Kaede - Death Note

Maki x Kaito - Shooting Stars

Makoto x Byakuya - Lucky Lottery

Makoto x Byakuya x Kyoko - Detective Trio

Makoto x Chihiro - Lucky Hack

Makoto x Kyoko - Hopefull Truth

Makoto x Leon - Lucky Strike

Makoto x Mukuro - Lucky Shot

Makoto x Sayaka - Lucky Star

Mikan x Ibuki - Silent Thunder

Mikan x Nagito - Injected Hope

Miu x Kaito - Inventive Luck

Mondo x Mikan - Biking Kit

Mukuro x Sayaka - Power Ballad

Nagito x Hajime - Hopefull Heart

Nagito x Makoto - Jackpot

Ruruka x Izayoi - Sweets and Daggers

Sayaka x Leon - Pop-Rocks

Shuichi x Kaede - Detective Music

Shuichi x Kiibo - Hope Circuit

Sonia x Chiaki - Princess Peach

Sonia x Gundam - Royal Gamble

Sonia x Kazuichi - Royale Metal

Teruteru x Kazuichi - Baking Soda

Toko x Byakuya - Ultimate Legacy

[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part seven)

Leon Kennedy x female reader (bodyguard trope and the slowest, slow burn I swear)

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven.

---

A tense knot has formed right between Leon’s shoulder blades – can feel it pull when he tilts his head side to side, but it doesn’t seem to be loosening. Can’t even blame it on sleeping on the sofa cos he hasn’t laid down to sleep since the call with Hunnigan, stays sat up right. He’s athletic, he can jump up to his feet from horizontal but it’ll add a second or so to his reaction time and he’s not taking the risk.

He's on edge and he doesn’t like it. The ball of anxiety in his gut has saved his life more times than he can count, but it shouldn’t be necessary in this situation, should it? He’s set up in a safe house, literally off some beaten track in the middle of nowhere – location chosen and distributed by encrypted software so, technically, no-one in the DSO knows where he is either. It’s rigged up to the heavens with security measures - cameras, alarm systems, motion detector - explosion-proof windows, reinforced doors, all topped off with his favourite array of weapons in the duffel bag, currently resting by his still booted feet.

The objective of his mission hasn’t changed after the intel he’s received, that some foreign agency has had access to the CCTV feed for who knows how many hours before they were cut off. He should feel reassured that the quality of the footage was awful – it was only by how many times he’s encountered Lickers that he could even tell that’s what the creatures were when he’d be presented with the grainy images. He didn’t see the footage of you being rescued, but it would be a cruel kick in the gut to find that feed had been HD.

He lifts an arm – his left, keeping his right arm free, his accuracy is better by millimetres with his right – and rubs the knot, hoping to relieve the tension. It's not 100% confirmed they are looking or will be looking for you either, but why would anyone link up to the CCTV circuit if not to check on the outcome of their operation?

His immediate thought had been to up the frequency of his perimeter checks, one every two hours. He could do that at night, sure – military training taught him the correct and most efficient techniques to power nap – but in the day it would be harder without worrying you about what’s changed.

You wanted updates. Hell, you were entitled to updates. But he wants to give you good news, doesn’t wanna add to the weight on your shoulders with what could be nothing. It’s stupid, he knows it’s stupid, but in these sweet domestic moments the two of you have been sharing, he’s been pretending it’s something else – friends watching television, cooking a meal together – the sweet smiles the two of you exchange, but it’s all ripped apart the moment he has to do his checks. He can see the worry settle on your face then, a reminder of where you are with the flick of the safety off his gun and the twist of the lock as he goes outside to conduct surveillance.

Speaking of, his phone beeps for his next circuit on the building and he’s up on his feet in the blink of an eye. He pats his cargo pocket out of habit for the keys on the walk over to the garage door, but finds himself pausing outside your bedroom, his eyes focusing on the handle. You should still be pretty under with those sleeping pills – note to self, he’ll need to start weening you off them from now on, far too easy to get addicted. It wouldn’t hurt to just… check you were okay, would it?

No – that’s what you’re here, why he’s here – to protect you.

It would just be doing his job.

He presses down on the handle and slowly opens the door, breath caught in his throat. It takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the dark, the lamp in the living room not quite reaching as far as your bed, but eventually he can make out your face – as peaceful as he’s ever seen it.

You’re on your side. The position doesn’t look like it would be comfortable with your arm still strapped up in the sling, but it’s testimony to how well the sleeping pills are working. Your other arm is up by your face, hand clenched in a tight fist around something. He steps forward without thinking, curious what it could be.

Your fingers are gripped tightly around his watch.

And there’s a pain in his chest that feels like they’re gripped around his heart as well.

That settles it - he’s not gonna tell you about the hacked CCTV feed. He will tell you that Hunnigan hasn’t searched your place yet, that they’ve restarted the surveillance department – she’d asked him to ask you if you knew anything about the servers since they were appeared to be working from square one – but that was it.

Leon steps back with unnecessary caution, leaving the bedroom as silently as he entered and shuts the door with a soft click. He takes a deep breath, pats down his pockets again and heads out to circle the perimeter.

And, just like after you kissed his cheek, he does it twice.

--

You wake up after another peaceful and dreamless sleep, though it still takes a moment to remember where you are as you stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling. You wonder if tomorrow you’ll not experience that flicker of panic, just get up and accept that you’ll be picking today’s outfit out of a selection of clothes that you’re not sure if anyone’s worn before you.

You feel sore, as seems to be becoming the norm, but with unusually stiff fingers on your good hand. It seems you’ve clutched Leon’s watch all night. You’d fallen asleep quite quickly – all thanks to those sleeping pills – but you remember looking at it when you’d first got in the bed, the seconds ticking by lulling you to sleep. The fact that you’ve held it for so long reminds you of when you were a kid and snuggled up with a stuffed toy for comfort, except instead of something soft and cuddly, it’s what appears to be a top of line timepiece. There’s a lot of information contained on the face of the dial but there’s the time is the only one you really care about – 0906.

You get to your feet, raising your good arm to a grunt of protest as you try and run your fingers through your hair in lieu of a mirror. Huh, that pain’s new. Your hair is definitely due a wash now, but that’s an issue for later. You pull on a pair of sweatpants one-handed – you’ll be a pro soon, you’re sure of it – and put Leon’s watch in the pocket for safekeeping. It’d be difficult to try and navigate the door handle with it still gripped in your good hand and you’d hate to scratch it up.

You open the door cautiously – you hadn’t seen Leon asleep yet, but he must do at some point. Maybe you should offer to alternate the sofa and the bed? Though you have a feeling that he’s far too much of a gentleman to accept.

Or there’ll be something in the rules that prohibits that.

There’s no danger of waking him though - the agent in question is performing sit-ups in the middle of the living room floor, facing the other way. Muscular arms behind his head as he lets out little puffs of exertion at the exercise, alternating sides as he twists.

Wary that you don’t want to be caught staring, you shut the door with more force than necessary behind you and greet him with a smile when he looks over his shoulder.

“Morning, Leon.”

“Dove!” He doesn’t even sound out of breath. “Morning. Sleep okay?” He jumps up to his feet before taking a couple of steps over in your direction. There’s a grin on his face at the sight of you – makes you feel giddy.

“Yeah, thanks. How about you?”

“That’s good. Yeah, I slept fine.” He nods. It’s not a lie – he did sleep fine for the position he forced himself to maintain all night, despite the slight crick in his neck.

“Is that how you usually start your mornings?”

One of the arms you’d been admiring goes up to rub the back of his head again. “Kinda. I usually go for a run, but…”

“But you can’t leave me on my own.” You finish, smile dropping a little. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be - I’m not.” He drops his arm back down, casting an eye over a watch that’s not there. “Hey, you hungry? I can get breakfast started. Oatmeal again?”

“Sure.” You nod, fishing his watch out of your pocket and holding it out to him. “Thanks again for this. It was nice to wake up and know the time this morning.”

“Don’t mention it. You can, er, you know, keep it. If you like.” He can’t get the image of you fast asleep last night, clutching it close to your face. He knows it was most likely the sleeping pills meaning you’d just passed out with it in your hand more than anything deeper, but, hey, a guy can pretend.

“I’ll be okay, I can get the time off the TV during the day.” You hold it out again with insistence. “But maybe… maybe I could have it for the night again?”

“Deal.” Leon hastily agrees, his fingers brushing yours as he takes back the watch before fastening it around his wrist. “Breakfast coming right up.”

You take the opportunity to duck into the bathroom as he heads towards the kitchen – your heart warmed once more by the sight of the blob of toothpaste sat ready and waiting on your toothbrush.

--

“And, finally, oatmeal.” He places it down on the coffee table, alongside your coffee, a glass of water and your morning dose of painkillers.

“Thank you.” You lean forward to pick up the spoon, smiling back at the face that Leon’s drizzled in honey atop your breakfast again.  

“Nah, pleasure’s all mine.” He calls over his shoulder as he picks up his own bowl from the kitchen. He hesitates for a second, before choosing to sit the other end of the sofa to you, rather than the opposite one.

“You know, I don’t get to do this very often. It’s nice.”

“Mm,” you swallow a spoonful of oatmeal. “Thought you said you’d been in lots of safe houses.”

“A fair amount. But, no, not that part. I mean, eating breakfast with someone.” “So…” You stir the spoon around the bowl, hoping it might prove a perfect segway into something you’d been wondering. “..there’s no-one at home for you?”

“Me?” He seems to scoff at the idea. “Nope.”

“Me neither.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He replies casually, before his blue eyes widen in alarm at how it might come across. “

“I mean, just by the fact that you hadn’t mentioned anyone at your apartment that morning and you hadn’t asked any of those sorta questions, you know, if they’d been told about what happened, where you are...”

He’s flustered, feels like he’s really putting his foot in his mouth this morning. He can take the lead in the interrogation of some of the world’s most despicable humans, for goodness’ sake, he should be able to talk to a pretty girl.

“Yeah, I figured.” You tease back and he swears he feels the weight lift off his shoulders.

The two of you eat in silence for a moment when curiosity gets the better of you. “So, you didn’t eat breakfast with the… others?”

“Nope.” His tone is firm as he recalls some of his previous charges. “Certainly didn’t make them it either. Trust me – they were nowhere near as nice or as deserving of my protection as you are, Dove.” The comment makes your head tingle.

“It’s all been people ‘realising’ how deep they’d sank but only grew a conscience to save their own skin. Hell, you might have even performed surveillance on some of them. A lot of criminals finally show backbone when they realise their time is running out.”

“Well, I’m glad to make a change – both for sharing breakfast and …safe house occupancy with.”

“A nice change,” he mumbles, but you still hear.

--

After breakfast, you go to shower and Leon sets himself to task with the dishes once again, says he did his last perimeter check before nine. Removing the sling proves trickier than yesterday – when you go to tug off the Velcro your opposite shoulder smarts with a similar pain of that morning, causing you to hiss through your teeth, something which the painkillers from breakfast don’t seem to have alleviated.

You step into the cubicle after undressing – the hot water immediately somewhat soothing on your bruised shoulders but you still struggle to get what you now deem as your good arm high enough to even entertain the possibility of washing your hair.  

You try and avoid your reflection in the mirror when you dress, though you know you’ll have to confront your hair at some point. Unfortunately, you catch a glimpse – a greasy mop sat upon your head that makes your heart sink.

There must be a trick to it – other people must wash their hair one-handed all the time, but maybe they can lift an arm above their head. If you were home, you’d go to a salon, you think – an expensive you would deem necessary for your sanity.

A thought flashes across your mind �� a ridiculous one. Leon is already doing so much for you, surely this would be completely over the line.

But you could… ask, couldn’t you? The worst he could do was say no, it would be awkward, and maybe there’s a hat in the duffel bag you’ve yet to discover.

You open the bathroom door, but don’t make to step over the threshold. Leon looks over from the sofa – dishes now drying in the rack besides the sink - and clocks your hesitation.

“Need a hand with the sling?”

Are you really going to ask him this?

You’ll break at some point - you know you will, so why not get it over with now? You’re a regimented two-day wash kinda girl and it’s day three. Not to be completely vain, but you’re covered with bruises and cuts, dressed in less than flattering clothes that aren’t yours and it would be nice to feel somewhat decent about something in your appearance.

Especially with the handsome company you’re keeping. Hell, Leon could be a model, a hair model too. There’d been shampoo and conditioner in the shower and you certainly hadn’t used it.

“Dove?” You’ve taken too long to reply again, getting stuck in your spiralling thoughts.

“I know this isn’t what you’re here for.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think further.

“Okay…” Leon's eyebrow is raised, a curious smile now fixed on his lips as he gets to his feet.

“And say no, obviously. Please. Just… I’d like to wash my hair.” You drop your eyes then – maybe it’ll be easier if you talk to your feet rather staring into his kind eyes?

"Right."

“And I’d… You know, I’d go to a salon and get it done there if we weren’t… here.”

“You’d like me to help you wash your hair?” There’s a tone of amusement or maybe disbelief in his tone.

Hearing him say it aloud makes you doubt the entire exercise, your heart begin to pound at your stupidity. “Sorry. No, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was stupid to ask-“

“Hey, no, it makes sense.” He soothes, immediately wanting to ease your frustrations. “You can’t lift your arm above your head, right? My fault for not thinking about that.”

You look up then, seeing the sincerity on his face – like it truly was his fault that you couldn’t wash your own damn hair.

“I can do that, Dove. I don’t see why not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hm. As you said, if you were anywhere else right now, you could go to a salon and whilst I can’t promise their quality, I seem to do all right with my own.” He shrugs. “You thinking over the sink?”

He doesn’t know why he asks – it’s hardly like you’re going to ask him to get in the shower with you.

Is it?

“I think so.” You look around the living area, though you’re well acquainted with what feels like every square inch of it now. “Though it might be a little awkward since we don’t have any chairs.”

He snaps his fingers. “Nah, there might be one in the garage, actually. Lemme check.”

He barely makes it into the garage when his cell vibrates in his pocket – one new message from Hunnigan.

Any server information for me?

Leon finds the folding chair nestled at the side of the washer and dryer and hesitates over the text back.

He’ll wash your hair – seeing how torn up you’d been about even asking him had made him feel awful - then he’ll give you the updates and ask about the servers.

He picks up the chair and tucks it under one arm, swiftly typing out a message on his cell and clicks send.

Not yet – Dove’s still asleep.

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Part eight.

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me walking out of the hardware store with the allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractors, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers up my ass