Deimos looked at Lottie and curled his lip. "When have I ever spent time with your or anybody just because they cried?" He rolled his eyes. "I thought you'd like to go looking for parts. Maybe we can find you something to fix up yourself. But hey. If you don't want to go..."
He knew that she would though. It was just bait, really. A tease. Something to get a reaction out of her other than sadness or self loathing.
Standing now, he looked down at the robe. Lilac? Was that more manly than pink? He didn't personally think so, but he wasn't real big into colors. Unless they were on cars. Then it was an entirely different story. His personal life was filled with jeans and white tee-shirts. Fashion was not his forte.
"Find some clothes, let's eat. I'm fucking starving."