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test chamber 06 ;

[ Everyone but Wheatley ; dictated ]

I was wondering if anyone would guide me through the process of making tea.

If it makes any difference, black or green tea especially.

[ Wheatley ]

[ A few hours later, GLaDOS would be making said tea. The room was already ready; although she hadn't really changed it from its cold and clinical feel, it was something that they were both used to, anyway. Aperture. There was a small table set up, though, with two chairs and little tea saucers and plates, and a little radio in the middle that was playing classical music.

GLaDOS herself would be dressed primarily in blue, in a nice button-down fitting blouse with sleeves that reached her elbows and a knee-length black pencil skirt. Of course, she was wearing some nice shoes to match, no heels of course (even if she did think about them, she likely would have trouble walking in them). She didn't want to wish up the tea already made, instead opting to keep herself busy before the moron got there.

She was a little apprehensive, really. This set-up was ridiculous. She knew she was going to these lengths because he had been so considerate over the past week, where she had only been as nice as she could be, but still. Being kind didn't really come naturally after so many years of being a homicidal AI. It was a foreign concept, even if the friendship itself made her inexplicably happy. If only the tiny bit of data (well, self, now that she was human) that was Caroline could explain these dumb things. Instead of just making her feel them.

She let out a small, nervous sigh before writing in the filter and speaking. Hopefully, he had his journal on him. ]

Come up to my room as soon as you're free.

[ Now, to play the waiting game. She took the two tea cups that she had wished for (with blue designs on them, naturally) and finished the job, hoping he would come soon. Otherwise, the tea would get cold. ]

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"Loads. I'm a...a eh... pretty popular guy, love."

[Hahaha... ha. And the other half the castle doesn't like him. He fumbles with her hair, which is for the last time. He didn't think about it that way though. The time lost him again.]

"Comparing you to loads of people. None of them quite... uh, like you."

[ She snorted, amused by that pause. No, it didn't seem like there were a lot of people like her out there... ] No, I'd guess not.

[ The way he played with her hair was nice, though. She suddenly thought about the time. What time was it? She almost didn't want to look. But eventually, she'd turn her head just slightly to take a glance.

An hour and a half left.

She would turn back towards him, taking a slight breath. It was going by so fast. Too fast. ]

I'm starting to think there's something seriously wrong with me.

[ It was so quiet, maybe he couldn't even hear her. But she had a feeling that if she said it louder, her voice would quaver.

She didn't want that. ]

[He blinks, staring at her confused for a moment. He wasn't expecting her to say that.]

"Wrong with you? Uh... wh-what do you mean by that?"

[He was looking too superficially. She looked fine...? He tilted his head, and moved a little closer to her to hear what she was saying.]

"...?"

[ She shook her head a tiny bit. ]

Back then. At the facility. I never would have thought for a second that I would have agreed to a truce like this. I would have never wanted to remember a truce like this.

But now... it's completely different. This is the most fun I've had at this stupid castle. Would you believe that? More fun than Science. I was built for Science. Science is what I'm supposed to like the most. Why is it that as soon as human emotions make it into the equation, everything gets so confusing?

[ It feels like she just can't stop talking. As soon as she had started, it just all started to tumble out. ]

Believe me, I've had a great week. Eating cake. Dancing. Watching that movie with the dumb ending. Everything has been great. But that's the problem. I don't understand it.

[ It's so hard to explain. How is she supposed to explain? ]

[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.]

[ She knew he wouldn't have answers, but it was nice to get that off her chest anyway. It was funny, even; human minds were so fragile. Now she understood how easily they were influenced. Even the tiniest of things could give her a rush of emotions, from how terrible those spicy pancakes had tasted to having her hair touched by Wheatley. ]

It's... it's fine. I don't think I was expecting an answer. [ She wasn't sure if anyone could answer this question.

But his question makes her snort. ] To be honest, I'm not sure. But it's nice to know I'm not the only one who's apparently malfunctioning.

[ Grateful for being held tighter, she returned the action, letting out a small, sad sigh. ]

"Haha, don't think of it as malfunctioning. Well actually you have to cause that's actually what it is... pretty much. yep."

[He hears her sigh. Alright Wheatley, it's time to make her smile. He really liked it when she smiled. It made him feel better for some reason, and he was on a mission to see her smile one more time.]

"C'mon! Smiiiiiiiiiile! Won't let you go till you do, love!"

[He speaks into her hair, muffled, taking his other arm and wrapping it comically around her. She'd have a hard time being able to be sad, or even speaking, because he's hugging her so close, he was mushing her face against his chest. He rocked her gently back and forth.]

...! [ Okay, Wheatley was the king of unexpected things but this probably the epitome of unexpected! GLaDOS was literally too shocked to stop him from practically pushing her face into his chest. ]

Gah! Wh-what- how is suffocating supposed to make me happy, exactly? [ Her voice was really muffled by his sweater, though, so it might be hard to hear. She felt that sudden rush of emotion again, shock to sheer confusion this time. ] Fine, fine! I'll smile. Just -- let me breathe--

[ She had her priorities straight. She wasn't going to get herself killed over a lack of smiling. ]

[He lets go of her]

"What?"

[Roll in the confusion.]

"I wasn't... I wasn't suffocating you!"

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Then what were you doing? [ Huff. As soon as he does let her go, though, she gives him a smile regardless. ]

There.

[He looks somewhat satisfied, though he may have turned a slight shade of blue. Well that was embarrassing.]

"There we go."

[He'd crawl off the bed. He was beginning to get antsy. A little over an hour. He began pacing, back and forth.]<.small>

"S-so when this truce ends... do I just leave? Or do I leave before... or should I-- oh! Should I-- maybe I should leave now. Spare us the uh...experience of counting down..."

[His voice cracks at the last one. You can tell he really doesn't want to go.]

[ GLaDOS would watch him pacing, getting a little anxious herself from just watching him. And when he started mentioning that he should leave, she shook her head. ]

Don't go. [ She pauses. ]

... We might as well stay together until it ends. We've spent so much time together already. [ Please don't go, Wheatley. She doesn't want it to end yet. Not yet. ]

[When she speaks, Wheatley immediately stops pacing.

He stares at her for a moment.
He doesn't say anything.
He looks... so... confused.

But like some sort of kid he walks to her, stopping at the edge of the bed and reaching for her again. He doesn't want to leave her. He wasn't going to. If GLaDOS told him to leave he probably would've honestly sat in front of her door until morning.

He was a mess. But he was happy? That's right, he was a damn happy mess.]

"..."

[ She had said the right thing.

GLaDOS felt relief wash over her when he comes back, happy and arms outstretched. She can't help but smile; honestly, he was so silly.

So she stretched her arms forward to grab his hands in hers, pulling herself off of the bed and then wrapping her arms around him in another heartfelt hug. ]

[He'd relax when she hugged him. He was evidently shaking beforehand. Fidgety.

When he was close to her, he felt a peace. Which was ironic, because a week before now he couldn't of dreamed of it without being terrified. Now he was terrified to leave. The thought of him saying goodbye made him ill.]

Hey...

...

Can you... sing that song you sung before?

[ She would give him a reassuring squeeze, a bit surprised that he was shaking.

She didn't want him to go, either. Even if it would be easier on her emotions to simply let him go and forget about it, right?

But when he asks for her to sing, she would be a little bewildered. Of course, she shook that off and gave him a nod.

GLaDOS began to sing again, softly, the same song. She would still be holding him close, her thumbs idly stroking his back as she sang. ]

[He'd be able to relax after a few moments of her singing, his eyes closed. He didn't know the words, but he managed to hum along to the parts that he remembered, which honestly weren't that many parts. When she finished, he was quiet. In his mind, he was thinking about how wasteful he was! All the times where he had the opportunity to spend with her during this truce, but he spent it somewhere else.

He isn't looking at the clock again. He's never looking at the clock.]

H-hey! We're on a whole planet... aren't we? Time zones! time zones... we can go somewhere else. could be far, but it'll be earlier-- we could have more time. You know there are still loads of places that I want to- go to. Loads. With you. Which is the point. Obviously. That- we could do that.

[He's being stupid. It makes no difference about the timezone. It's still a week. /facepalm.]

[ GLaDOS was silent after she finished singing, gripping onto Wheatley tighter. She doesn't want it to end. And his rambling about timezones just makes it worse. Even if she is a bit happy about him still wanting to go to places with her. She felt the same. Whenever he had brought her somewhere during this week, she had enjoyed herself. She really had.

She had never really gone outside otherwise. ]

A week is still a week. [ Her voice trembles, but she swallows it down. ] Even if we extended this truce... It would only be worse in the end. We still have to kill each other... and if we just keep being friends, it'll be harder to stop.

[ She knows this. If she felt so conflicted after a week, how would she feel after two? Three? A month?

Even if she was in a human body, GLaDOS had to remind herself of her true life in Aperture. Her life of testing. Devoted to science. ]

Well yeah...

b-but I thought... it's a week but... oh! You know, but if you think about it like this, the time-

[He stops speaking, and sighs, nodding. When he speaks, he sounds defeated.]

Alright, alright. You're right. We'll leave it alone then.

[He thought about it carefully. She's still a cold monster. The same woman who threw him into space and probably didn't think twice about it. Her being human didn't change that and she probably wasn't even sorry. He had to remember all of that. How terrible it was to be floating hundreds of years in space... cold. He didn't feel the cold, but it was COLD. He knew that.

Stop feeling so damn terrible about leaving her then.

She didn't feel anything when she left you.]

How much time then.

[It was a question, but it didn't sound like one. ]

[ GLaDOS would love to believe in Wheatley's messed-up logic about the time, but at the same time, extending this would just hurt a lot more in the end.

The statement about the time had her looking up momentarily, trying to hold in her displeasure. Less than an hour. ]

Fifty minutes. [ she would reply softly, before resting her cheek against his chest, humming a little. She could hear his heart beating. ]

[His heart was beating considerably quickly. He was thinking too much. Doing exactly what he told her not to. He wished for the castle to make everything go away and for him to be able to make everything okay, but he knew that the castle would make no such wish come true.

It doesn't work that way.

So he wished for the next best thing.
He wished that the castle could give him another chance sometime in the future to make it up to her. He didn't know if it worked like that either, but he didn't particularly care. Everything he was doing was too impulsive. More so than usual. He held her closer.]

"F-fift-..."

[He couldn't say it. He choked at the last syllable and closed his eyes. His voice was shaking considerably.]

"You're killing me love... you're killing me."

[ She let out a choked laugh. What a funny thing to say. Why did it make her eyes sting? Oh, great. She was probably in a state of disrepair now, from the way she felt herself start to quiver a little herself, her bottom lip trembling. Thank goodness he couldn't see her. ]

D- ... Don't say that. [ She felt like there was a golf ball in her throat. It was hard to talk without taking a particularly deep breath.

Was it always like this? When humans lost friends? It didn't make any sense. Clearly, friends weren't a good thing then. If they made people malfunction.

But then why did he make her so happy during that week? ]

We still have... fifty minutes. [ She tried to console him, before taking a particularly deep breath and muttering: ] Ugh, I'm leaking. [ It burnt her eyes. It wasn't extremely pleasant, given the fact that she already felt emotionally exhausted despite being on an emotional roller coaster. ]

"...Are you?"

[He laughed too, and wiped his eyes, looking at his hands. They were wet, and even then, he couldn't stop his tears from flowing. He furrowed his brow in confusion. What is this?]

"B-because I am too..! Weird. I don't... think this is...supposed to...um supposed to happen."

[He lets go of her, and crouches to her height, putting his hands on her face and wiping her tears. His hands... they sort of linger, and he begins to laugh. He closes his eyes, and presses his forehead against hers. ]

Okay... right! fifty... d-do you want to go for a walk...?

[ GLaDOS's lips spread into a shaky smile when he wiped at her tears, kind of enjoying how they stayed there. Such large hands. She would lean into his touch, closing her own eyes when he pressed his forehead on hers. Hm. So pleasant, even if she felt her heart ache a little. It was all over in fifty minutes. ]

... That sounds good. [ she would reply softly, raising her own hands to gently smooth his hair back again. She liked doing that. ] Where do you want to go?

Nowhere... Anywhere! It doesn't matter where we go...so I guess I don't know. If you're asking for a place. Might not be.

[He eventually pulled back, and took her hand. He really didn't know where he wanted to go. But he suddenly had no desire to be inside. The walls felt too confining.]

Shouldn't be any birds this late at night... if that's what's bothering you, love.

AWW YEEE

YEEE AWW.

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