Adjusting to a world that isn't yours

It all seemed like everything was right

4S didn't dream often. When he did, it was frustrating, strange, and abstract. That, or his dreams were vivid, terrifying memories of the times he was stuck in Meeple, but... tonight, as he slept, his dream was neither of those things. He was in his room, with Knife. The two of them were sitting on the same bed, just staring into each other's eyes, as Knife carefully moved his hands up to carefully remove his sunglasses, placing them on the nightstand beside the bed. 4S could feel the warmth radiating between the two as Knife smiled, moving a hand to caress the side of the phone's face, 4S unintentionally leaning into the touch, realizing that he did, and growing flustered at the idea, wow that was embarrassing, but Knife only chuckled softly, his gruff, lovely voice filling the air, while also filling 4S's mechanical stomach with figurative butterflies.

"I..." 4S began, but he couldn't get the words out.

"You don't have to say it. I know."

And as the two leaned in, almost timidly inching closer to each other.

Of course that was when 4S's eyes shot open, as he laid alone in his bed, his screen incredibly warm as he slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sounds of his breathing. He slowly sat up, careful not to make much sound, even though he knew Knife was a deep sleeper, he wasn't risking anything, as he glanced over, seeing him in his own bed, softly snoring away the night. 4S let out a soft huff. Despite having no trouble falling asleep earlier, due to what happened earlier, he was wide awake now, and incredibly flustered, and as he checked the time, of course, it was still incredibly early in the morning. Just his luck, really. He sighed out, quietly getting out of his bed, and grabbing his shades. He might as well do something with this time, as he'd rather not be stuck sitting here until a reasonable time, festering in the fluster he felt. So he headed down to the lobby, not switching on the TV or anything, just sitting there, taking in the low ambience of the hotel during this hour, the low humming of the fridge, the low shuffle of a few objects upstairs that were still awake at this hour. He had anger management today, another Wednesday to get through. He was fine with that though, the past two courses he took with Paintbrush had been fine, and he didn't have any problems with it. He'd never admit it to anyone, but the time he spent there talking through stuff definitely helped him. Right now though, he had finally calmed down from... Well, whatever that dream had been. He wondered if this was going to turn into a reoccurring thing. Really, he hoped not. Being flustered like that felt odd. It wasn't bad, and he sure as hell wasn't going to try to repress it-- he had learned that lesson yesterday, so... He supposed it wouldn't be that bad of a problem. He'd live with it for now, if it was.

...

Knife leans back on the bed, staring over at Pickle, his roommate-- or well, they had been roommates before Knife had to go room with 4S, but he didn't mind. He and Pickle were playing something on their own respective hand-held consoles together, this game being more lighthearted than the usual fighting, or racing games they'd play together, this one being co-op, and about building and destroying things. The two of them were mostly silent, mostly speaking about the game, what they were doing in it at the moment, or if they needed assistance with a hostile that was bothering either of their characters while gathering resources to build in the game. It was casual, like it always was, and they chose to play it up in the room today because the TV was occupied on this specific Wednesday by Lightbulb and the usual few that hung out with her all the time, excluding Paintbrush, as they were holding their 'anger management' talk with 4S. Today was casual enough, to where Knife felt comfortable to open up to Pickle about something that had been on his mind lately. See, he hadn't really thought about it until after the fact, but there was something about the moment he and 4S shared when he gave that phone the flower, when they were on the mainland. 

How Knife woke up every morning the following few days to see the flower still on the nightstand, before 4S had to get rid of it when it wilted. How Knife realized that could've been taken in... Well, not a very platonic way, was where his thoughts were headed. Not to mention the same night, where he basically told 4S he wanted to be a constant support system for the phone. He didn't know when his own feelings started, knowing it was always harder to fall in love, and how he barely ever felt romantic towards anyone, most of his feelings like that fading before anything could really be explored, but... How he felt about 4S was lasting a lot longer than it usually would. This was strange to Knife, but not unwelcome. Though, he really just wondered why him, of all objects? Oh well.