“thank you. i think i needed this.”

misha finds his cheeks warming up — it’s subtle, of course. he realizes he missed his robot companion more than he thought he did. when yes-man scoops him up, he nearly kicks his feet, arms slung around his chassis.

“yeah!” it’s entirely impulsive, but he presses his cheek against his screen. +

“you’re so brave and such a hard worker.” misha gently brushes his fingers over what he thinks ( would * ) be yes-man’s cheeks. the staticy feeling tingles his fingers. “i’m glad you’ve been running well. i think hoover dam would be nothing without you.

you should carry me, though.”

“i don’t do much with them outside of punch people!

what have you been doing, though? do your arms still work effectively?”

“i would rather die.”

misha brushes his thumbs against the screen.

“i’m happy you’re okay. sorry i’m touchin’ you. i just missed you a lot.”

“i’m sorry!” misha, ever so tenderly, places his hands on either side of yes-man’s screen.

“i’m okay, are you okay? i didn’t wanna hurt you.” he spares a soft, nervous laugh at yes-man’s joke.

“hi!” his arms are thrown around the robot. “i missed you!”

this might be the most excited he’s been in days.

i exploded the man of my dreams

it’s okay! i sleep like the dead. you won’t wake me up.

you can make the bed how you want.

i mean, if you need a break, i could try to take care of ariel.

i do want you. uh, i hope that doesn’t come off as too strong. i can uh, make room for you — i want to. i missed you.

i’m inclined to think bounty hunting is doing good, i dunno, and you’re helping good folk. i guess good isn’t the ( right * ) word.

doesn’t your back hurt? i mean, it can’t be comfortable all the time.

seriously, if you want a bed, i have a spare. i’m inviting you.

never mind i know what i need to do

oh, thank god you missed me too, ‘cause i was worried it’d be too much if i said i missed you. i did a lot of missing you. wanting you around, too.

glad you’re still a good man and all. couldn’t imagine you any other way.

if uh, you don’t wanna sleep in a bed of hay, i’ve got a place.

nothin’ much. boxing. training. went to go see my son.

what ‘bout you, солнышко?