I was thinking about those pages in Agents of Atlas where everyone keeps making requests of Bob, while he's busy trying to repair his saucer. I was thinking about how irritated Bob must be, everyone always coming to him, making demands. 'Hey Bob, I need you to go a week without sleep so you can make a telepathic disguise for me.' That kind of thing.
Then I thought about his prior situation. He was part of a colonial species living deep in the atmosphere of Uranus, which was pretty unusual since he wasn't a member of that species, but they were nice enough to let him in so he didn't die. Except he left all that to help Jimmy, and he can't ever return. I guess weird, colonial, vaguely bacterial-looking indigenous Uranians don't handle rejection well.
So he lost that, and a big part of it was that he felt like part of something larger than himself. So maybe having his friends around all the time asking for help wouldn't actually bother him, because it would make him feel like he's part of something larger, which is what he'd grown accustomed to.
Or maybe it really does bug him, but he plays it close to the vest.
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