[After Repairs] Moondust x Y/n
You had been working all day, already running on a restless night before. You were tired, and that caused you to inevitably lose the fight of going home, being forced to take on the daunting task of overtime. It wasn't even an active job, meaning you were barely awake while you sat in the uncomfortable security desk chair, reduced to staring at cameras. You couldn't even have been allowed to join the security guards you saw walking the halls through the cameras, instead sitting here with nothing to do and no reason to do it...
You had to admit, falling asleep there felt wrong. Your body tense and uncomfortable, but barely able to stay awake nonetheless. You were hunched over the desk, tensly leaning against it as the stiff chair caressed your back, almost inviting the poor posture you frequently showed. You were just so tired, so... stressed. Everything was weighing you down, as if the universe itself was working against you. A certain metallic coworker noticed you weren't reported as clocked out, investigating further to find that you had been tricked into more work, something that wasn't surprising for the greedy company. So why wouldn't the celestial themed, albiet lanky animatronic investigate?
When Moon had found you, hunched over completely passed out in such an uncomfortable yet cliche predicament. He had to hold back a laugh, it was just so amusing to find you out like a light in one of the most uncomfortable places possible, how could he not let out a snicker?
But then, at closer inspection after closing the door and sneaking closer, he truely noticed just how tense you were... it wasn't the normal tenseness of discomfort, one that he recognized too despite the situation, but it seemed more out of stiffness. You didn't seem alright. Then again, looking back on your behavior, how tired you've been... it should have been obvious. He reached out to touch you, his slender yet thick fingertips grazing your shoulder blade, earning a twitch from you, a subconscious way of moving away from the intrusion. He had thought of moving you, but the risk of waking you was too high while you were in this state, not to mention you obviously needed it. His hand gently moved aside to the middle of your upper back, between both shoulder blades, before lightly massaging the tension.
He wanted to help you- no, needed to. It was in his programming... at least that was his excuse for it. Truthfully, it was so very simple to fall in love, especially with the years of being so cynical. He loved you, all because you cared... it felt pathetic to him, that he let his guard down just because you treated him like a human, as an equal. Then all you did was plant yourself into his non-existent heart, like a parasite finding it's new host. It wasn't the most flattering metaphor, sure, but it was one he could admit to.
His soft massage to your stiff muscles had never ceased, but he was broken out of his thoughts when he heard a soft murmur weakly slip from your lips...
"Thank you... I love you..."
He felt as if the air had been sucke from his lungs, despite never having lungs or even needing oxygen. Sure, you didn't know who you were saying it to, you were in a sleepy haze, you could have assumed you were at home with a loved one, you didn't know it was him... at least, not that he was aware. Despite this, his reaction almost seemed like one of fear from an outsiders perspective, maybe he was afraid. Afraid of what could happen if those words were true, afraid of the attachment he might have to admit too, afraid of it being reciprocated. He was ready to love you, he'd already been doing it, but was he really ready to be loved by you?
That wasn't something he should dwell on tonight. It wasn't like you would know any of this happened, you weren't even awake. So, why can't he just let himself enjoy this? Why can't he relax after hearing it?
"I... love you too, Starlight..." His tone was quiet, hesitant. His usual raspy and deep voice coming out more forced than usual. It wasn't for you to hear, more for him to admit to himself. He wasn't ready for you to love him yet, but you were a patient person when you had to be, that had been shown countless times, so he hoped you could find that patience for him... could you handle waiting for him? He'd certainly do it for you, even it if meant stars implode before either of you were ready, he'll wait.
With that, he placed a gentle bonk of his face plate against the back of your hair, something akin to a kiss, or at least the closest he could get to one. You may never know this happened, but he won't be able to forget.
