1/017: And if I lay her down to sleep; I look to science, her soul to keep.

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley is lounging about in GLaDOS's room, doing his best to try to keep the psychotic woman from murdering all of you her relaxed. As time consuming as a job like that is, he finds himself to be incredibly... well, lonely. Especially when your only company can barely keep a conversation with you because of the voices tormenting her mind. His voice sounds absolutely exhausted and out of breath. This guy hasn't slept in days...]

D-do you want to know what's really difficult?
Making friends.
And-and I don't mean those fair weather types you humans keep talking about. Wh-what are they called again? Acquaintances? Right right, that's it.

...I mean... well, actual friends. Don't know how you humans can have so many.

And...

[Give him a moment as he slowly inhales, to try to get a train of thought going. All he could think about was sleep...]

Would any of you know any... uh, suggestions... for helping people... wh-who might hear voices in their heads? Maybe? A friend of mine can't sleep and she's...she's... really, really having a hard time here.


GLaDOS:

/ACTION/

[He's sitting on the bed, raising his head to see her laying beside him. The man looks like death. His sunken eyes having a permanent purple tinted circle around them and he hadn't bothered to brush his hair in days. You're killing him, GLaDOS.]

I... I'm going to ask anyone... if maybe there's a way to help you.


Chell:

Uh... love? Love are you busy?
I could-could use your help here.
I-I don't suppose you've ever done any care taking?


CC:
Okay... I've thought about it! Long and hard! L-Let's make a deal.
You...stay away from me.