“Am I going to be okay?” (Hii >\\>
Seeing the dejected, sorrowed look on his brother’s face was enough to completely override any guilt Wheatley felt over leaving; at least for the time being. Before he even truly knew what he was doing, the android wrapped his arms around his alter and pulled him in close. Gently, he rubbed circles against the other’s back, blinking when he heard the soft and sad query murmured against his chest.
For a moment he was silent, as if trying to figure out how best to answer, and when he did speak his voice was subdued.He almost sounded defeated. Almost. “I think so, brother. I really do. I haven’t given up hope on either of us just yet, and... if one of us is goin’ to make it, it’d be you.”