Roxy follows the sound of his voice, laying down on the floor in front of him with a smile. She holds the teddy bear in her arms, not offering it to him quite yet in case he didn’t want to touch anything. “Hot?”
He smiled a little weakly, sighing as he saw her shape rest on the floor in front of him. He desperately needed to recharge; his processes were lagging from running for too long and the sudden spike in emotion hadn’t helped.
A little nod was seen and he carefully reached across the floor, gently brushing his fingertips against her arm.
“A little. I’m… I get… worked up sometimes.”
Leaning forward to press her forehead against his, she strokes his hair. “Not good how? Because you aren’t as...
He bit his lip a little, turning to rub his face into her hand weakly. Ghh. He was so tired. But he didn’t want to fall...


