All at once his skin felt like it was crawling, synthetic or not. Making everything about himself as usual, but it really was all about Elec wasn’t it? He looked so fucking pleased with himself—this wasn’t how Cut was expecting to find him.
Maker, was his chassis compressing in on itself or what? He could just scream and yell for hours.
But instead he had to ask, “You’re not mad at me…?” Unintentionally his voice squeaked.
All of that anxiety and anger and paranoia felt like it lifted—just a little—now that he finally got to see him. And Cut absolutely hated himself for it. Even he knew it was selfish and shallow of him. Even if he got nowhere with the other bot, he absolutely wanted to see him to stop his own paranoia. See him with his own eyes and hear his voice again.
"I needed to see you," he half blurted, half mumbled while trying to loosen his sleeves and collar.
Needed to see him?
Elec’s eyes widened a bit further, surprised when Cut didn’t go for his wordless invitation for him to join him at the table. So be it.
”.. I was upset, yes,” He answered thoughtfully. “But that’s all water under the bridge now. We’re here to have a nice time tonight.” Something Light hadn’t wanted to supply for them on this very special holiday. “It’s really something, the result of our fellow robots’ hard work.” And with that Elec set down his glass and stood, stepping away from his chair. “Why don’t we take a walk?”