[ Qubit lets out a small puff of a chuckle. ] Well, I can't very well let you have all the fun, can I?
[ ... It does make him think, though. Obviously he didn't ask to be brought here, but ... he hasn't found himself wishing he were somewhere else, lately. It sucks being away from home for so long, of course, after leaving at such a precarious time, but he's long made his peace with that. Even though he's needed there, he's confident they won't be without him for long - he's cracked time travel once, after all, he can do it again.
As for Earth-β, he... doesn't miss it that much? Oh, he misses and worries about the people he met there, of course - Max and Tetsuo and Emmett and Angela and Newt and Hermann, particularly, after he said he wouldn't miss their wedding for the world - but he never truly found his niche there. He was redundant at best, and more often he just felt... out of place.
After a moment, he shrugs and looks back to the tablet, resuming his work where he left off. But he's not actually typing, oddly enough - just making quick, intentional gestures at the bottom of the screen, while new snippets of code spring into existence one after another. He keeps talking, though, because apparently he can do both at the same time. ]
Honestly, I'm happy anywhere I can do some good. And it's not like this is the worst dimension I've ever managed to strand myself in.
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[ ... It does make him think, though. Obviously he didn't ask to be brought here, but ... he hasn't found himself wishing he were somewhere else, lately. It sucks being away from home for so long, of course, after leaving at such a precarious time, but he's long made his peace with that. Even though he's needed there, he's confident they won't be without him for long - he's cracked time travel once, after all, he can do it again.
As for Earth-β, he... doesn't miss it that much? Oh, he misses and worries about the people he met there, of course - Max and Tetsuo and Emmett and Angela and Newt and Hermann, particularly, after he said he wouldn't miss their wedding for the world - but he never truly found his niche there. He was redundant at best, and more often he just felt... out of place.
After a moment, he shrugs and looks back to the tablet, resuming his work where he left off. But he's not actually typing, oddly enough - just making quick, intentional gestures at the bottom of the screen, while new snippets of code spring into existence one after another. He keeps talking, though, because apparently he can do both at the same time. ]
Honestly, I'm happy anywhere I can do some good. And it's not like this is the worst dimension I've ever managed to strand myself in.