Die Hardman (John Blake Mclean)

You had been a porter for a year, a good one at that. You got your packages there safe and sound, even with the problems it could throw at you. John had taken you under his wing, helping you through your flashbacks and your nightmares. He knew you had grown a great bond with your BB(bridge baby) which at first he wasn't to happy trying to remind you that BB's was just equipment but he couldn't help but feel proud for the way you looked after your BB, you didn't treat them like equipment.

John was a very stoic man, not one to admit when he truly cares for someone due to the fact he'd rather not let anyone get close in case it became a weakness of his.

You? God you was like his own kid. You had called him dad once before, it was easy to figure out you looked up to him despite his "intimidating" nature, he truly was a softie at heart. Every time, he'd praise you after your work, reassure you whenever he can.

John had heard that you got back after a package that didn't exactly go to well, BTS(beached Things) had nearly cornered you and your BB. It sent your BB into distress and then it sent you into spirialing. When you got back, you went straight to the private room and put the BB in the 'womb' to soothe the BB and hope that the stress levels would go down.

John had lightly knocked on the door before he entered and found you sat on the floor. He frowned and walked over and thought for a moment as he glanced over to the BB. "..How are you holding up?" He asked, before he then took a moment to hesitate before sitting down next to you and gently ruffled your hair.

"I understand today was.. a challenge.. but you got back, safe. The BB should calm down soon enough.." John said attempting to sound reassuring.