I'm very happy you're doing well Mr. Vehicon and feeling happier. Tell your new lover I said hello(*^^*).
oh— thank you. that’s… really kind of you to say.
i’m— uh. trying this whole “not constantly spiraling” thing. it’s weird, but nice.
as for them… i’ll definitely pass on the hello.
i don’t actually know if we’re, uh, that exactly. labels feel strange when you’ve spent most of your life being referred to as “unit-17.” we’re… figuring it out, i think.
but they’re—frag.
they’re something.
they always notice when i forget to recharge, or when the static in my comm rises because i’m anxious. they don’t say much about it — just set a cube beside me and nudge it closer. like it’s nothing. like kindness is easy.
i think that’s what does it. the small things. the unspoken moments where care exists quietly, without needing to prove itself.
sometimes they touch my servo, just barely — like they’re afraid i’ll fade if they press too hard. and my spark… my spark feels loud.
they make things feel lighter though. like the ship hums a little softer when they’re around, the corridors feel quieter, the shifts shorter, and when they laugh, and I feel wobbly and happy all in one
So far we’ve just been spending time together, doing repairs, dancing under questionable lighting,and accidentally almost holding servos for extended periods of time.
so yeah. i’m— happier.
weirdly, genuinely happier. 💜
maybe one day i’ll have an answer for what we are. for now, i’m just… glad they’re here. and that i get to feel this. whatever this is.
