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Tap tap tap tap
A familiar soft knock on Ronny’s door to wake him up from a sleep that he never fell into.
Ronny stood up from his bed, which he had been stationary in for god knows how long. He already knew who was at the door before he opened it. The door opened, and his roommate Donte looked at him with his soft heterochromatic eyes.
“I can’t sleep, Ronny”
This is the third time he’s come to his door late at night this week, every time with that statement.
Ronny opens the door and lets him in. Ronny gets back to his position on the bed.
“Come,” The star-faced man says lifting his blanket so the other can join him.
Donte claims his spot. He presses his back to the other’s front.
Ronny enjoyed spooning the larger man. Given they were both above average in height and muscle mass.
Ronny wrapped his warm arms around the other’s cold body. He pressed his face to the back of the blonde’s neck. And he closed any space between them.
Donte was cold. He was always cold. His skin felt human, he looked human, and he acted human, but the temperature reminded him that he wasn’t.
He felt the robot fall asleep against him. He wishes that damn cat would just let him shut down instead of making him suffer the pain of not being able to sleep.
As Ronny lies with his housemate he can’t feel anything but guilt. He knows his housemate isn’t human. He’s an intelligence robot, a weapon of mass destruction. But he can’t help but feel himself fall for him. But falling for him means betraying her, her who died for him. She who saved him from that thing that was born his brother.
A few tears drip down his stared tattooed cheeks.
He cries into the robot's neck silently. He feels a warmth hit his back from his window.
Another sleepless night.