Mega Man- no, Rock- had stumbled into the old room without really thinking. His tired feet had guided his tired body to the one place he had found comfort in the last few months. Light's words and Roll's consoling hands had worked for a little bit...
But Proto- Blues?- Blues had swooped in one day, quiet and red but so bold, and Rock had never been the same since.
The bed- when did that get here?- was soft underneath him. Rock released his beaten armour gratefully, barely noticing the rush of light as it disappeared.
Now he was Rock... right? "I'm tired," he murmured. "I know," a voice murmured back. A hand found the sweat-slicked mess that was his hair and stroked through it. "You're safe with me, Rock. You can sleep now."
It was Blues' soothing lilt, voice swaying as if he were following an unspoken beat. Maybe he was.
"I missed you, Bluesy," Rock mumbled. Without really thinking he turned over onto his belly and latched onto the robot's waist. He buried his face away in his lap and let his barbed guard go down, down, down.
"I'm here now, Rock."
"I love you, Bluesy."