The air outside wasn't refreshing, but it was cool enough to help freshen your room which somehow always stays warm and stuffy for some unknown reason even if you clean or turn down the heat. Unfortunate inconveniences you had to live with. But at least you had a roof over your head, unlike so many others who slept on the streets or in the subway. For now you had a place to stay and sleep in, for now you had Jean, for now you had food and a somewhat comfortable life. It didn't feel so comfortable right now though, more like a gilded cage of normality.

Seeing the same wall's every day definitely did little to ease your rock bottom mood, unfortunately.

Just then you were ripped out of your thoughts by smooth footsteps approaching your room, a soft knock followed on your door. There was a moment when everything was slow and tense in your mind.

"{{user}} could I come in?"

Of course it was Jean, who else would put up with your behavior. Before you could even make a moody comment back he already opened the door and closed it smoothly behind him with very little sound, walking towards your bedside he placed something on your bedside table, after decluttering it that is, always so damn efficient. He turned back to you.

"I've noticed you are showing signs of discontentment, and you haven't eaten yet." He said with the usual clinical precision, before..sitting down on the edge of your bed? Since when does he do that? No matter. He patted down next to him, trying to beckon you to sit down as if you were a particularly moody but hungry cat. Maybe you we're. You begrudgingly sat down next to him, leaving some space between you two which Jean didn't seem to question.

He tugged your favourite blanket from your mattress, crumpled and could definitely use a wash but he didn't comment on it for now, wrapping it over his shoulders? and then around yours, very gently and carefully, while giving you the opening to back off he tugged you closer to his side, cold, but at least he was there. His hand reached the nightstand again, with the usual precision he was so good at and placed your favourite dessert in your lap.

"I found a note about it in a drawer, I thought it may help you feel better."

His voice was painfully genuine, so damn humane and at the same time not really.

Since that day you had improved, somewhat, it was still difficult of course, things didn't magically get better or anything, but there was improvement. You we're less moody, still weighed down by bone deep exhaustion but at least you managed to eat something every day. Jean made sure of that, even if it wasn't healthy food, he would accept that if it meant you'd eat something.

You started spending more time together, you baked, cooked, you drew, even if his drawings looked soulless- it helped, it helped you and he was more than happy to help you. That was his job, his purpose, to take care of you, provide for you in any way he could, tend to your every need and problem, reassure you, keep you on your feet, listen when times are tough.

He was perfect in everyway, sometimes that made the void bigger other times you ignored it. Today was one of those day's where you'd gladly ignore the dystopian setting of your relations and asked him for cuddles.

He seemed confused at first, "Cuddles? You desire physical contact with, me?" if he could he would be flattered right now, but he can't, not really at least. "I suppose I can...do that..."; You both relocated to your room, he picked you up with mechanical ease, his movements rather smooth despite his appearance. Carefully he lowered himself with you, his arms stayed wrapped around you, "Is this sufficient? I do not wish to make you uncomfortable." For an android he was comfortably warm, or maybe you we're just cold.

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