The mechanic helping tool to walk and reminding him to breath on his own after a looong time locked in the machine?
OOOOOOOOOOOO
CW: broken whumpee, learning to walk again, discussion of control.
The Mechanic smiled as he held the smaller person’s shoulders steady. Tool was shaking, legs trembling like a newborn deer. They had their slender fingers holding onto his elbows, trying to find their balance again after so long.
He stepped away, leaving them to stand on their own. Tool whimpered, arms reaching for him in panic. Their wide eyes were trained on him, never looking away.
“Breathe, darling.”
As if they just remembered, Tool gasped in a quick breath. They had been breathing before, but it was shallow and inconsistent. They swayed for a moment, struggling to stay upright.
The Mechanic just smiled and watched them. The prototypes had proved that it was possible, but Tool was the finished product. Submissive to the point of self-destruction, reliant entirely on him.
They were perfect.
Tool’s knees buckled, and they went down in a pile. They let their forehead rest on the hardwood, focusing on breathing. The Mechanic could see their shoulders shaking as he crouched down to lift their chin up.
“Aright, let’s try again.”
