Fitz froze on the path before his first step, frowning. “Ah…” he circled around one way awkwardly and then back the other. Finally he wound up kneeling down on the middle step and nudging her once. “Ahm, S-Summer? Hey, ah…you’re blocking my door.”
“Oh, nothing. Just, I don’t like to take little things like this to him … ” She touched a fingertip to one of the loose wires, face a dull red.
“Oh…righ’…” he said as if he understood. She still hadn’t answered his question. “So, wha’ does the bo’ do?”
“It’s, um, it’s a solar robot toy … it’s not scientific or anything, only walks around, or moves around … I didn’t build it originally, so I can’t fix it.” Why did he have to keep asking these questions? She didn’t want to think about where it had come from, or why she had to have it fixed, why it couldn’t be let to stay broken.