The larger bot yelped as he was suddenly touched, then crumpled against Squiggly when he realized who it was. His sobs only became louder, more hysterical. Common to someone who had recently seen or undergone something traumatic. Clutching desperately to Squiggly, Racy outright cried, dousing the other's shoulder in oil.
Squiggly didn't like that noise. He'd heard it a thousand times before, muffled in the nap of Racy's neck and sending shudders through his own metal form--with the tables turned and the man who was usually his stability now sobbing hysterically into his shoulder, the older bot felt sick to his metaphorical stomach.
"Shhh.. it's okay. Just let it out."
He was guessing. Quoting what Racy used to say, fumbling awkwardly over his half-stiff tongue and twining spidery fingers in the man's hair as oil coursed down the sleeve and back of his only nice coat.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
