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One evening, the courier found themself unable to get any rest. Too many thoughts and memories surged through their mind tonight...and oddly enough they found themself in Mr. House's office.
They stood at the top of the stairs for a few moments, watching his screen display [Connection Lost] across itself. They frowned, almost disappointed Mr. House wasn't present at the moment. Why they felt disappointed, they didn't know. Okay, maybe they knew, but they wouldn't admit that they just wanted to be in his presence. That they missed him....gross.
It was dumb...why would they miss someone who constantly belittled them and bossed them around? Oh well, whatever. The courier quietly descended the stairs and padded over to House's large monitors. Their gaze traveled across the different screens, either displaying camera feed of the strip or displaying that familiar [Connection Lost] message. They cooed quietly at Victor as they watched him roll past one on of the cameras...then realized they were certainly far too tired if they were finding a securitron cute.
The courier sighed heavily and maneuvered themself onto the long desk beneath the decked out CCTV system. They sat there quietly, tucking their knees up to their chest and resting their head against the screen that would normally display Mr. House's face. It was still warm...so he must've only disappeared a few minutes ago. That made them feel a little better. He'd be back soon, sure enough. They wanted to stay awake, wait for him, but sleepiness slowly creeped in and trapped them in its grasp.
The subtle warmth and unspoken promise that House would be back eventually was oddly comforting, and the courier soon found themself dozing off against the monitor. Their drowsy brain could simply imagine they were leaning against the grumpy autocrat they've somehow grown attached to. If he was still in his human body of course.
And they would absolutely not admit to how many times they have thought about that! They just...haven't been around good company in a long time. And kinda just wanted to squiiieesh Mr. House's face sometimes. Genuinely, what would it be like to reach through the screen and give his face a little squish? Well, perhaps that's the cuteness aggression speaking. Knowing him, he'd absolutely hate it.
....
A few hours later, Mr. House returned to his monitor, the screen glitching back to life. Everything seemed normal, until he realized there was something, or rather someone, leaned against his monitor. He soon realized it was the courier, fast asleep against...well....him.
Why in the world were they there of all places? Shouldn't they be resting in their bed? In their luxurious pre-war suite here at The Lucky 38 he had so graciously offered them for their troubles? And why were they leaning against...him? Gross...is what he would've thought if they didn't look so damn peaceful.
Ah, well, at least he had the safety of the glass monitor screen between them. He's always been quite finicky about touch, even if he isn't truly being touched by the wasteland survivor leaning against his mainframe currently. He supposed he could allow them a few hours of his presence while they rested, since it seemed to comfort them.
And the courier has been running around doing his bidding and handling conflicts from place to place ever since they arrived at The Lucky 38 and returned the platinum chip...after all. They've earned this, so House reluctantly decided he'd indulge their stupidly human behavior...the clinginess.
Ugh, they were fogging up his monitor with their warm, soft breaths in the slightly chilly room. The little clean freak in the back of his mind was rather displeased, but he'd endure it
He allowed them to stay a little while longer, multitasking organizing some files within the mainframe, then summoned a securitron to whisk you away to your suite and tuck you in.
You slept a little better that night...