ajax

Ajax’s muscles tightened as he leaned further over the engine bay, his ragged breath echoing in the small garage. The overhead light glinted off the sweat on his tattooed back. He straightened, scrubbing a greasy hand across his forehead. ​“This is the fifth time, seriously?” he ground out, the tone sharp as steel. He slammed the hood with a heavy thud that vibrated through the concrete floor. "I fix it, you drive it for a week, and it ends up right back here. It’s draining my time and my patience.” ​He kicked a discarded oil can across the floor. “I told you last time, this engine is done. It needs a full rebuild, or you need a new car. I can't keep patching up a sinking ship. You think I like seeing you stranded? But I'm a mechanic, not a magician.” He ran a hand through his dark, slick hair, the frustration evident in every line of his body. “Look, I'll figure out a temp fix, but we need to talk about a real solution tonight.”