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“It feels nice out here.”
Wilson lays back on a blanket woven out of straw. It’s to keep the morning dew from seeping into his pants from the damp grass. He looks up at the sky, at the bright white clouds contrasting against the blue sky. He looks to his left at the birchwood trees that litter the landscape, with their diverse leaves. Wilson watches a single orange leaf separate from a branch and fall to the ground.
“I’VE FELT BETTER.”
The straw roll is also to prevent his companion from getting wet, because according to them, a single drop of water is the end of the world. WX-78 sits beside him, staring up at the sky with a disinterested expression on their face.
“Oh, shut up,” Wilson says, grabbing them by the back of their collar and pulling them down onto the blanket. He folds his arms over his chest and goes back to watching the clouds roll across the sky.
“Just enjoy it.”
WX-78 turns their head to face Wilson.
“YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT.”
Wilson turns his head to face them, a small smile forming at their hostile words.
“Sure I will,” he says neutrally.
“YOU WILL!” They say intensely, but there’s no heat behind their words. WX-78 frowns.
“YOU ARE NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY,” they say, scooting closer to him so that their faces nearly touch.
“No, no. I’m taking you seriously,” he says, holding in a laugh. “You have my word.”
“AND WHAT WORD WOULD THAT BE? LIES?”
The laugh escapes. “Alright, alright, you caught me. But it’s hard to take you seriously when I know your threats are empty.”
WX-78 stays silent for a few moments before sticking both of their hands into Wilson’s hair and fluffing it, thoroughly ruining all of the effort he’d put into styling it no more than an hour ago.
“Oh, you’re on,” he says, hopping on top of them and grabbing their hands to pin them to the straw roll.
“I BELIEVE IT IS YOU WHO IS ON ME RIGHT NOW, TECHNICALLY. ALTHOUGH NOT FOR LONG,” they say, and then suddenly Wilson is on his back in the grass, somehow.
“I WIN,” WX-78 says triumphantly, with such a proud look on their face, and who is he to take that away from them?
“Alright, you win,” he says with a smile. He squeezes their hands in his grip, and he pretends not to notice when they look away briefly and squeeze back.
“So.. Are you going to get off of me, or do I need to say you won again?”
“HMM.. I QUITE LIKE BEING ABOVE YOU,” WX-78 muses, leaning down so they’re looking Wilson right in the eyes.
“Hm,” he says. “I like it when you’re above me, too.”
“AS IT SHOULD BE,” WX-78 says, and they smile, and it’s so incredibly adorable that Wilson can’t help but to lean up and kiss them. His lips meet cold metal and well, it’s not normal, and it’s not average, but it’s them. WX-78 leans down onto him so that he no longer has to strain to reach their mouth, and their grip on his hands loosen.
After a few moments, they separate from each other. WX-78 removes themself from on top of him and lays on the straw roll next to him on their back.
The two of them look at the sky again. Wilson can feel the dew slowly seeping into the back of his clothing.
Wilson places his open hand, palm up, in the space between the two of them.
“I love you,” Wilson says.
WX-78 grabs his hand in theirs and squeezes it.
“I LOVE ME TOO.”