Figured I'd spare you shit like that and still you manage to make yourself an anxious guy. [ He shouldn't be so fucking charmed by that, and yet. It is more charming than it really ought to be.

That and every time Bruce refers to himself as a toaster.

He slips into the crawlspace, cradling the package of silicate sheets to his chest, crawling more or less one armed deeper into the maze of cables and cooling vents. ]

It's a tight fit but I think you'll be fine.