But, his desire overpowering him, Don reached out and touched a huge fingertip to Eric's face.
"What are you doing?" Eric demanded.
Don, shyly, tried to explain. "I...I only wanted to touch you. It's so unreal seeing you like this."
"There's work to do," Eric said. "The focusing lens shattered. It's a standard lens. There should be plenty in the storage room on the third floor. Can you re-install the lens?"
"I've never installed one, but I'm sure you can talk me through it."
Eric wished he had trusted Don a little more with the nature of his research. His assistant could have been more helpful if he knew more about the device.
As if reading Eric's thoughts, Don said, "I wish you had told me about the experiment. I'd love to help with this research. If you conduct more tests, I should be present. Just in case there are other unexpected accidents."
"We can discuss that later."
"I think we'd make a good team," Don ventured.
"Don, first we need a focusing lens," Eric said impatiently. "Go get one from the storage room."
Stung by Eric's dismissal and resentful of still being ordered around by the shrunken scientist, Don hid his hurt feelings and agreed to fetch the lens.
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