[He frowned. Not because of hearing her enjoying herself. It was actually something very different. Wheatley made it a point to accent the fact that he wasn't a moron ever since he's been here, and at this moment... the single moment when she was asking him a question, asking for some sort of help... probably desperate for answers... he couldn't even begin to muster up an response. Because he was just as lost as her.]

"I uh..."

[He's speaking very softly. He's close to her, so he could whisper.]

"I don't know. Not the most intelligent answer in the world... but... I don't understand it either. Emotions. So I...uh, W-We're in the same boat then."

[He looks up at the clock, spotting the hour and a half mark as well. That quickly? It wasn't a lot of time, and when he sees it, he takes a deep breath. He's trying to suppress his emotions, trying to maintain that usual goofy smile that made him look like an idiot all the time.]

"Does it make you feel better that I'm just... just as miserable as you love?"

[He tightens his hug. He actually felt a little wronged. Like the castle betrayed him in a sense, and he just didn't know why.]