Prompt Post Round 1
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There was no answer to Wheatley's question and all Chell could do was hold the body he inhabited while he tried to cope. Part of her wondered why she was even bothering. Hadn't he tried to kill her just a few hours ago? Didn't he deserve this? That same part said he did, but the rest of her couldn't really believe that and it wasn't in her nature to ignore anyone who very obviously needed help. It was all so strange, but Chell had long ago taken "strange" as being a natural part of life.
"Crying just makes it worse," Wheatley mumbled into her shirt after a while.
Chell patted him on the back and offered the still-damp rag as a makeshift tissue. Wheatley stared at it until Chell, smirking, wiped some of the grime off his face herself.
"Oh, that's what you meant," he sniffled and gave her a watery little smile. "Thanks. For everything, actually. I'm kind of surprised you didn't just leave me after...what I did. And I'm sorry for that, by the way. Utterly, indescribably, incredibly sorry and I understand if you just want to leave now. Really, I do. Again, thanks. You've been incredible from the start and...what's this?"
She had propped Wheatley against the shed only long enough to dig a pair of candy bars out of the supplies she'd dragged back. Figuring it was best to lead by example, Chell opened hers and sat back down beside him. It was the first food she could remember eating in a long time and it tasted like heaven.
"Augh, this tastes like heaven!" said Wheatley through a full mouth. "Hey, taste! I can taste things now! Maybe this isn't so bad..."
He was silenced by a soft finger against his lips. The contact was startling and sent a jolt through his body that made his nerves tingle. She smelled like sweat and metal with the faintest hint of fresh sugar. It was unexpectedly nice.
"Uh, right," he murmured, blushing furiously. "Eating in silence is good."
Which they did, but Wheatley's attention had been fully diverted. Underneath the exhaustion and pain and myriad new sensations was something he recognized. He couldn't put a name to it, but seeing this woman, feeling her touch, was the only thing right in his world. If there was any way to repay her, no matter the cost, he knew he would do it.
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