Sleep was an interesting concept; the fact that the person sleeping seemed to just pass out for hours on end, either looking rather peaceful, or unsettled, depending on the possible dream or where they are sleeping. Onora, Walter had quickly deduced, was comfortable because of the content look on her face. Every so often though her mouth would open and close, a quiet murmur would come from her before she'd nestle down again. By nestling down, Walter's shoulder seemed adequate enough. Onora had fallen asleep sitting up, likewise he was still very much upright on the bed. Easily enough he turned, gently he held onto her and managed to lay her down. Only, what Walter didn't foresee was for her to grasp onto him. Her hands fisted in his top, she huddled closer to him and let out a sigh. The warmth which was clearly radiating from him was comforting to her. In general, Walter seemed to bring comfort to her.
It was strange, Walter hadn't as yet had anyone else treat him like this. Or rather, want him to be so near. His eyes looked over her sleeping form, a part of him didn't have the heart, or what was his heart; all biomechanical bits and pieces that it was to move her. So, he laid with her. It was strange, very strange, to lay down in a bed, that is. Walter had never been in a bed before, he didn't need to.
He woke in something which could've been classed as a bed, more a slab; a table with a pillow and a simple flimsy cover. That was all Walter ever knew about laying down and resting, or something like resting. Granted, the room he woke up in wasn't comfortable like this. It was sparse, full of other electronic equipment, even with a glance he could figure out what they were used for. There were figures, masked and in dark clothing, they had seen to him, helped him sit, made sure he was okay. All in a lofty awkward silence which didn't affect them, or Walter really. But that was all he knew about apparently resting while having someone near.
Sure, those people were only present to make sure he was stable and wasn't likely to breakdown suddenly. He was, after all, the new model, new and improved, and all that. It was a bit of a burden really, when Walter mused over it, to be watched and monitored; to make certain he wasn't like the others before him, not likely to worry anyone who came across his path. Clearly, he didn't, or else Onora probably wouldn't want to be around him so much. Walter couldn't help but frown a little at that, a person who was more comfortable around a synthetic than her own kind. She had admitted to being bad with people, that those she was even around she didn't speak to much anyway. Perhaps she was used to being alone.
Something suddenly seemed to disagree with Onora, she frowned in her sleep and her hands tightened against him. Walter just continued to lay there looking at her, she hadn't settled back down so he lifted an arm from his side and reached up and placed his hand against her cheek. Comforting wasn't something that Walter did. It was something which was programmed into him, yes, but he never had to actually do it. What did one do to comfort someone who was clearly having a bad dream?
Walter watched as what he did seemed to have an affect, she smiled. Walter watched her lips slowly spread into a smile. He didn't quite get how something so simple could cause someone to smile, least of all while asleep, but at least her fidgeting had stopped. She even nuzzled her face up and against his palm a little. In response Walter managed to stroke his fingertips along her hairline. The dusty blonde hair was soft, Walter looked over her, her skin was soft and warm under his hand too.
His eyes blinked quickly a few times when there was a slow sigh from the woman beside him. Walter watched as her eyes slowly opened, she looked confused, half asleep and most certainly confused as her eyes looked into his, his hand remained against her cheek. He in general remained unmoving in the whole moment, but then so was she. He continued to stroke his fingers slightly through her hair, Walter looked down when one of her hands uncurled from his top. The last thing he expected was for her hand to come to rest against his cheek. He tensed a little from the contact, not a full on jump, but he just didn't expect her to return the favour.
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Singularity
Fiksyen Peminat"Everything that is alive, can love; it can feel. Even if you think you can't, doesn't actually mean you can't, Walter." Onora Price smiled from behind one of the many trees which were stashed away onboard the USCSS Covenant at the brunette syntheti...
