[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Silent Affection ≈

HEYYHEY this isn't thelast part to 'how unprofessional of you' BUT I'll probbalt post it after this one when I'm done writing it !! I justneed another type of Oneshot to clear my head rq!
And thisis a fluff, a verysmal fluff(I need a smallbreak from big chapters)
Also I wrote this in under an hour fsopls don't makefub of me lolol

[Third POV]

It was a cold and windy night in Nevada. The quiet, wisps of sand flew in the air as Hank trotted along the covered path, his legs dragging and kicking up the sand.
Hanks goggles covered his eyes from the stinging, airborne particles.

The silence was overbearing, but the thought of who he was continuing to walk for was greater than the thought of just laying in the sand and getting engulfed by it.

Hank trudged along the makeshift path, his body resisting against the high speed winds. His coat flapped back and forth at the wind snapped against it, blowing thick coats of sand on him that fell off every other time when he walked.

Soon Hank made it to a building. Nothing fancy or big, just.. a building.
But the contents inside the building were well worth the wait long, tiring walk.
He walked in, shutting the door that resisted against closing again due to the winds pushing against it. Though when Hank did successfully close and lock the door, he peeled off his coats and belts, throwing them in the corner for him to clean later.

Hank peered into the only room that was lit up. Looking inside cautiously, he saw the one and only 2Bdamned typing away on his computer. It seemed that 2B was too distracted by the computer to hear Hank enter the building, which concerned him.

He quietly walked into the room, sitting on the cushions and mattress that laid in the corner. The doctor's head immediately snapped over to where Hank laid.
"Ah, I didn't realize you were home Hank," smiled 2B. He got a small, lighthearted scoff in response.
Hank made a grabby hand motion, "Alright, alright, let me shut off my computer and I'll be with you soon."

2B was soon laying in the bed with Hank. His frail body being spooned by the mass of muscle that smelled faintly like iron, a bit of sweat, and some other thing 2B couldn't pinpoint exactly what.
Hank snuggled his face into 2Bd's frizzy hair. He softly blew on 2B's face as to not startle him with his metal jaw. In response, 2B held Hank's hand and laid gentle kisses on it.

The two of them were enjoying the peaceful silence. That was, until they realized the lights were still on.
"Hank can you turn off the lights?" 2B asked.
No response.
"Hank?"
"Hank.?"
Slowly he looked up at Hank, who was fast asleep.
2B sighed before smiling, "I guess we're sleeping with the lights on," he whispered to himself as he shifted slightly to get into a comfortable position.

"Goodnight, my dear.,"

"G..'nigh..t l..ove,"

Ah look at these lovebirds living my dream life (THEBLOWING ONTHE FACE IS A HEADCSNNIN I MADE UP!! IF YOU WANNA KNOW WHY ITS BECAUSE SIJNCE HANK HAS A METAL JAW HE DOESNT WANT TO STARTLE 2B WHEN HE TRIES KISSING HIM SO INSTESD OF KISSING HE KINDA JUDT LIKE BLOWS ON HIS FACE OR WHEREVER HE WANTS TO KISS!! LIKE SHOWING AFFECTION IN THET WAY!!)