a man in a nasa space suit is in a tunnel ALT: a man in a nasa space suit is in a tunnel

Dr. Ryland Grace
Middle school science teacher
Astrophage expert
Best friends with a rock
Leaky space blob

Stars saved - 2

MVRP
21+

TW - Dad jokes

"Science, mostly. But I was a molecular biologist."

Making sure to talk at a more reasonable speed this time and not move his head around like he was trying to find all his trails of thoughts at once.

"And you?"

Grace clocks the eye movements, his internal monologue arriving at the conclusion of 'hearing issues' by the time Clint has held out his hand.

(Aw damn, now I wish I had paid more attention in those ASL training sessions)

Finally shaking the hand, he grins.

"Pleasure's all mine!"

"Me?" Pointing at himself.

"Grace. Ryland. I mean, Ryland Grace, most people call me Grace."

"Or, Sir."

Wait...

"Ha, that's because I'm a teacher, it's not a..."

Head scratch. Face flushed. He's doing that thing again.

"Weird thing. I made it weird."

Grace blinks, used to being ignored, or misjudging situations and standing awkwardly, waiting.

But that name, Felicia.. That was the terrifying woman who had chased him around telling him that she was an enzyme.

Like a turtle, his head retreated back behind that corner with a small squeak.

"Who's handsome?"

Poking his head around a corner,, glasses hanging off his chin, defying gravity

"Is it Carl?"

This is your one hour warning that I will be doing the helicopter just as soon as I'm out of whatever the heck this is