Cue Billy exerting himself in a Sensorium-constructed garage, face and plantsuit coated in grease. He's laboring over a soft and bouncy 'project', tenderly running his calloused hands over the surface.

"...hm. Who would go to such grossly unnecessary lengths to injure you, and for what benefit? At any rate, it doesn't matter now. You're safe with me."

The words are whispered softly to his beloved as he reaches for the necessary healing implements, delicately threading them through his fingers. Yes, he thinks, his poor slashed tire will be in full working order soon enough.

((open for crack threading, but works in my demented unfunny mind as a standalone also!))