Fall to Pieces [ap]

          “Your a–a——an—gel?”          Eyes blinked rapidly once more, with every touch, every foreign sensation that wasn’t something he was prepared for ahead of time. It wasn’t Hank touching him, it was another android – of the same make and model no less. The same face, the same base programming, and the few things that made them different in between.          And if he was connected to Cyberlife? Whose to say he wouldn’t hurt him?           Yet there was a shudder to his joints, an uncertainty as his bad knee nearly buckled and his body pressed into the one whose arms were held wide open in offering. Gentle touch, careful touch, an almost loving, doting appreciation. It didn’t feel like mockery – But it felt strange. It made his chest draw tight, and his hand lower to grip at his own side, as if he feared springing a leak at any given moment.          “How c—c—-ould you call someth-th-thing like me– An angel?” The question was honest and genuine in it’s confusion, brow knitting tight despite the way his cheek fell against Orion’s shoulder, the way his body began to tiredly slump. Androids shouldn’t. Feel. Exhaustion. But he did, every damn second of the day he felt so worn. So he would rest here, just for a moment, while these arms would have him.             Even if he feared what this honey could be trapping him into.

         “What h—h—happened to me is what the freedom of ch–choice can bring an android meant to be no more than a p—uppet of Cyberlife.” Honest, truthful, his hand lifted to touch against his thirium flooded eye, against his mis-colored flesh right down to his almost blue lips. “I chose to spare a life in favor of my own – And somehow I survived. Somehow I’ve been nursed back to some modicum of health–” But there was a pause.          A pause – and a small, weak smile.          “But I know I definitely look like I’ve seen be–eeetter days, don’t I?” He wasn’t pristine, he wasn’t flawless, he was a mess – He looked like a walking corpse that had just crawled out of a freezer, and so the other’s discomfort with him – Oh, it hardly phased him as a negative despite the slight self conscious flare it caused. His LED circled with a couple blinks, before it settled again, and he bowed his head in a stiff cant.          “Just know that – If you ever end up in my position? Our aim isn’t always per—e—er—erfect.”

         Ares had him virtually cornered like this, his systems were barely out of low power and his joints were hardly reacting to his own commands. Why was he touching him? Why was he so close? Coin’s chin lifted as that nail grazed it’s way slowly over his throat, that lovely realistic adams apple bobbing as it passed, Coin swallowing thickly at the feeling. He didn’t like it. He was certain of that.          That Ares rubbed him particularly wrong with how in his space he was.          But soon there were hands on his hips, and a stuttered sound bubbled up in his throat, a protest perhaps? Certainly not a favorable sound, he couldn’t admit to that... Especially as that chin settled against his shoulder and those words fell out like daggers.  That horrible mouth? A scowl affixed itself to his features, as one hand managed to stiffly raise and connect to Ares’ hip, the other hanging loosely at his side.          He wouldn’t stay silent, even if his audio drivers had yet to warm back up. Head dipping slowly, pressing against the other android’s, there was a moment where it might seem as though he were about to nuzzle into him -- But no, instead, his nuzzling only found him purchase to bite into synthetic flesh, lips pressing flush as connection was made and flesh gave way to white damaged material on the lower half of his face, forcing Ares’ own to shift.          Interfacing in that moment, he let his thoughts spill into the mind of the horrible machine that held him in his grasp. I don’t like you. I don’t like you. Don’t touch me. Get away from me. Get away. Get away. STOP. stop. s t o p. Don’t let go. Stop touching me.Please be gentle I’m scared.D o n ‘ t t o u ch m e.

For those that mistake him as human at first when he’s dressed to the nines and hiding his LED, he looks like an incredibly ill man.

          Eyelids fluttered rapidly as his face was taken hold of, even with a gentle touch there was always a fear that the hands entering his spice were not benevolent. There was always a fear that they were unlike Hank, who had taken the time to save an ailing android on the brink of death. For hands so perfect in projection to touch greying, bruised looking skin like it was nothing – To speak so softly of him.          Was this duplicate model patronizing him?          “If I didn’t know any bet—tt—ter, I would s-say you’re either c—-c—-crazy or yoo-our optical units are as d–damaged as mine. A and B a— aren’t entirely p—p—plausible, so is there a third optio—-option?” His tone came through with a bit of snark, defensive uncertainty of the words bestowed upon him, his head twitching to cant, which only pressed his cheek into that palm. Though they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, he was almost certain there was no beauty to be found here.          There was nothing romantic about the aftermath of self destruction, and in his current state, he felt like a shell of what he once was. Jealous. Bitter. Victimized by his own models. He didn’t want to be pitied and after all, that was all this could truly be, wasn’t it? Pity? Or ridicule?

Probably has a dash of Ralph syndrome. Just a little bit. He’s not as impulsively snappy though. So theres that.