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Just a Headup that I'm not active here anymore and might not return ever. I keep my Loki blog and in a distant future maybe add my androids as an alternative muse on my multimuse blog.
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While Simon listened to the other man’s further answers, he really couldn’t avoid this slightly breathed-out dry humor, let alone ignore it, and also had to smile a little. Simon didn’t want his guest to be overworked with questions, after all he had a very turbulent day and had to recover from his head injury first. However, the android was more than happy that Lucas was apparently doing pretty well and showed no sign of amnesia, that his brain was not damaged at all. “That’s … good to hear, you make your own judgment of the world without being influenced by anyone, but it’s still true.” Simon replied approvingly before continuing. “So are you really a visitor from the UK? You have come a long way from being beaten down in a cafe. But I assure you, it is not the norm in these neighborhoods that you will be attacked, you can get outside unscathed. I think the police is looking into the case, especially after the headquarters have new detective androids and they work very efficiently. I can only apologize for it, after all I live here as well and this casts a bad light on our city, and we have had enough to fight with bad media because of … well, you know, us.” the caretaker explained with a weak, rather forced smile, but didn’t want to be too deeply involved in the subject, he seemed happy enough that Lucas didn’t seem to be in a presence with an android or overall hate on them. At least some of his joking words could suggest that the brunette at least wasn’t afraid of the PL600.
But Simon initially wanted to put the dry political and health issues aside now that he knew Lucas was fine and he didn’t have to worry, but the droid inspected the man’s face a little closer, even with his quips a hint of … negativity in his eyes, not sure if this could just be exhaustion, the aftermath of the shock and injury, but the carer didn’t want to go into that, Lucas would probably want to talk about something if he felt like it and he would mention this on his own. After all, they are still somewhat stranger to one another and Simon didn’t want to ask his millions of questions if there would be something else bothering him - The first that would be important was, that the British would now get some more sleep to recover properly. “No need for a human water bottle, I assure you that.” the blue-eyed unit joked back with a slight teethy grin.
The protest of refusing to take the bed, despite Simon assuring he doesn’t require sleep this night, surprised the CyberLife creation but it was more because of Lucas’ kindness of respecting the android’s home and sleeping environment, but Simon nodded in agreement. “Very well, I don’t mind this. The couch is comfortable enough, I gave you the blankets and pillows already so you probably rest rather good. As I stay awake I can look after you if you want in case you wake up and need something. I - I would probably suggest either you don’t plan to run outdoors secretely, the head injury isn’t heavy but you shouldn’t risk collapsing in the streets and someone else with less kind intentons could use your situation. I’m not capturing you here, but- please, don’t run away when I’m looking away.” spoke the caretaker in a joking way but his pleading face expression would be enough to suggest how sincere Simon was with his words of advice. Lucas had every right to leave whenever he wanted, but the PL600 would be more comfortable with this when he would give green light for such action.
After a while, however, Simon rose from his armchair and walked slowly and gently over to Lucas, first gazing towards his sleeping place, only to then lift the small tray were the pills and banane were aside and pushed the glass of water a little closer to Lucas to remind him to stay hydrated. “You seem to be involved in such situations more often if you tell me so.” The unit spoke slightly worried in his tone of voice when he stared at Lucas and allowed himself to sit on the couch, a little distance from each other. “Do you think you can sleep at all tonight”
At first, when Simon noticed one of the more common jokes of the Englishman and his short explanation and reasoning of why he'd probably arrive to the USA, more specifically in Detroit nonetheless, left the android with one more smirk as an answer towards the brunette visitor, though for some reason the carer could sense the change in his behavior and overall sudden temper when Simon mentioned the new installed police and detective androids, publicly serving to deputize and represent the law and justice, even if probably a handful of them aren't deviants. "Some work for the military too, or the FBI, if they are accepted into their headquarters. They are... Certainly not like me, in any way. They have more functions of tracking criminals with a facial recognition, hand to hand combat skills and recreate crimescenes, everything a detective or soldier needs. But all of this applies to US citizens, more commonly Detroit ones, they don't have world wide face recognition of every human being, as CyberLife would find this a violation of privacy for innocent people." explained Simon calmly, almost neutrally, as his gaze remained towards Lucas, curious about how he'd might react to this as he priorly witnessed a sudden change, as if the Briton would be afraid of something, but the caretaker wouldn't want to address this right now.
Though, his usual kind expression sound enough would return as Simon witnessed the fewer nice words coming from his guest, the approval of fact that Lucas doesn't mind androids for their being and rather judged someone by their actions, rather than their race or... However one could describe androids, another lifeform, or a new race among humankind. "You sure safe your heart at the right spot, Lucas. I wish many would share the same thoughts as you do." replied the CyberLife creation joyfully with a light smile on his lips as he soon enough would place himself right next to the brunette, distantly, though allowing the two of them having a little more closure.
Though later on, when Lucas promised he wouldn't run away in the middle of the night, nor walk around at all without Simon's agreement, the question of him for Simon to really look after him puzzled the android, as it should be more than normal to have one look or two after a person who just returned from the hospital with a rather heavy injury on their body. "N-No, I assured you, we aren't bad. I promise, thank you for trust though..." stuttered the blonde unit with a coy smile, as Simon recognized the joke and sarcasm far too late of the other man's words, even the reassuring patting of his knee didn't seem to work much at the beginning to spare Simon from the short embarrassed feeling, which soon anyway would fly away like nothing ever happened.
After Simon though followed the dialogue of the British male, assuring the couch is perfectly fine, even if the note was far enough for Simon to react and promise that he'd have a comfortable and safe sleeping place, the comment about the android looking and acting far too real somewhat caused the carer to silence for a shorter while, blue eyes just staring at his guest for a few seconds before Simon slowly would avert the gaze. "We were designed to appear perfect, to be beautiful and young, pleasing to the common human aesthetic. Without this appearance though, it would have been far more difficult for us to survive when we were hiding ourselves away for years. Looking like humans saved our lives at many moments. But... please don't think that none of this is just a reaction of my programming. I look like a human and I surely act like one too, even if some wouldn't want to understand it. We have emotions, dreams and thoughts just like any other, we aren't organic but... Everything I say and think is real and sincere." explained Simon, aware that he somewhat went over the topic of Lucas' comment, though when his gaze returned, there lay a mixture of sadness and yet pride in his eyes, as the unit smiles towards the other man. "I know you meant well, I'm sorry if I was caught up by such topic." the PL600 unit apologized kindly with a whisper of his voice.
After a moment though as Simon finished his dialogue, his right hand would lift and stopped mid-air, as the skin of his knuckles and hands slowly dissolved as nothing but white shiny skin of his plastic exoskeleton appeared, his palm giving off a pale blue light, as the details of his nails and other patterns were shown that priorly were covered with his second, synthetic skin. "In the end I perhaps don't truly look human either, but this shouldn't define us." murmured the carer softly, moving his exposed a little closer towards Lucas' forehead as the tips of Simon's fingers would carefully rest against the Britain's forehead, cautious not to cause any pain towards his injured area. "You recover quickly, Lucas. I hate to sound like this, but I'm happy when you can leave again with no any mode damage. I can't deny though that I will already miss your energic company and... Your dry jokes."
While Simon listened to the other man's further answers, he really couldn't avoid this slightly breathed-out dry humor, let alone ignore it, and also had to smile a little. Simon didn't want his guest to be overworked with questions, after all he had a very turbulent day and had to recover from his head injury first. However, the android was more than happy that Lucas was apparently doing pretty well and showed no sign of amnesia, that his brain was not damaged at all. “That's ... good to hear, you make your own judgment of the world without being influenced by anyone, but it's still true.” Simon replied approvingly before continuing. “So are you really a visitor from the UK? You have come a long way from being beaten down in a cafe. But I assure you, it is not the norm in these neighborhoods that you will be attacked, you can get outside unscathed. I think the police is looking into the case, especially after the headquarters have new detective androids and they work very efficiently. I can only apologize for it, after all I live here as well and this casts a bad light on our city, and we have had enough to fight with bad media because of ... well, you know, us.” the caretaker explained with a weak, rather forced smile, but didn't want to be too deeply involved in the subject, he seemed happy enough that Lucas didn’t seem to be in a presence with an android or overall hate on them. At least some of his joking words could suggest that the brunette at least wasn’t afraid of the PL600.
But Simon initially wanted to put the dry political and health issues aside now that he knew Lucas was fine and he didn't have to worry, but the droid inspected the man's face a little closer, even with his quips a hint of ... negativity in his eyes, not sure if this could just be exhaustion, the aftermath of the shock and injury, but the carer didn't want to go into that, Lucas would probably want to talk about something if he felt like it and he would mention this on his own. After all, they are still somewhat stranger to one another and Simon didn’t want to ask his millions of questions if there would be something else bothering him - The first that would be important was, that the British would now get some more sleep to recover properly. “No need for a human water bottle, I assure you that.” the blue-eyed unit joked back with a slight teethy grin.
The protest of refusing to take the bed, despite Simon assuring he doesn’t require sleep this night, surprised the CyberLife creation but it was more because of Lucas’ kindness of respecting the android’s home and sleeping environment, but Simon nodded in agreement. “Very well, I don’t mind this. The couch is comfortable enough, I gave you the blankets and pillows already so you probably rest rather good. As I stay awake I can look after you if you want in case you wake up and need something. I - I would probably suggest either you don’t plan to run outdoors secretely, the head injury isn’t heavy but you shouldn’t risk collapsing in the streets and someone else with less kind intentons could use your situation. I’m not capturing you here, but- please, don’t run away when I’m looking away.” spoke the caretaker in a joking way but his pleading face expression would be enough to suggest how sincere Simon was with his words of advice. Lucas had every right to leave whenever he wanted, but the PL600 would be more comfortable with this when he would give green light for such action.
After a while, however, Simon rose from his armchair and walked slowly and gently over to Lucas, first gazing towards his sleeping place, only to then lift the small tray were the pills and banane were aside and pushed the glass of water a little closer to Lucas to remind him to stay hydrated. “You seem to be involved in such situations more often if you tell me so.” The unit spoke slightly worried in his tone of voice when he stared at Lucas and allowed himself to sit on the couch, a little distance from each other. “Do you think you can sleep at all tonight”
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To be honest -Simon had imagined and expected his day’s course quite differently in order to find himself in this current situation. The young android could have expected everything, but not that he was now in his own apartment with a completely strange man, who was now lying on his couch and resting, since he was still passed out. Here the young unit was now sitting in his chair near the couch, watching the dark-haired man, who looked just as young, out of caution that something might happen to him in his deep sleep, but perhaps more so as to review the past few hours again in order to be able to understand and realize what had happened in the first place. Simon knew these alleys, where he found the man and saved him, so to speak, it was one of the most peaceful corners of Detroit, with nothing more than small coffee shops, several independent shops in the hidden alleys, especially since it was always peaceful at lunchtime and the area hardly belonged to the city center. The blonde male had a day off from his hospital duties as he worked part-time in one or sometimes even several daycare centers and visited the area as on normal days, as this place was on his way home. The android left the café without realizing what had previously happened in the guest bathroom and how the whole story had just started that he couldn’t witness by his own. Simon didn’t know exactly what it was at first, but could somehow sense that the atmosphere was changing, there was a certain tension in the air before he would hurry to the exit - and a few meters in the back alley of the café noticed this staggering man. He appeared to be quite disoriented before Simon noticed his face, which was covered with fresh scars near his temple, let alone the many other minor abrasions and injuries, before the two of them eventually bumped together when the stranger went towards the caretaker.
The PL600 showered the man in questions, what just happened, if he was doing alright as he tried to first hold on to him, thinking the human would stand by his own as it apparently was too late and the injured man would finally pass out and hit the pavement that was under his feet. In the exact same moment the android noticed a bunch of people leaving the café in a hurry, as the blonde turned to see their expressions, shocked, surprised. What in the world was going on in this local? And what had that man to do with this that he needed to leave in the back to get himself into safety now that he seemed to be in the middle of this whole scenario? But this didn’t matter, not right now. The panicked and equally shocked Simon contacted bypassing people of the alley to call the police department or the hospital so the unconscious man would get medical help as soon as possible. Simon, who joined the ambulance to stay with the darkhaired individual, obviously knew the doctors and surgeons in the hospital, as the injured stranger has been brought to the largest local medical center of Detroit, but he was not sent to the intensive care unit because The PL600 already informed them that his breath and general body function remained normal and received confirmation, after a very long treatment, that the man apparently suffered only from a slight but not fatal concussion and that he would wake up without great damage.
However, the explanation for why Simon took the man to his place was probably the result of his immense willingness to help, but also a little misunderstanding with the senior doctor when he asked if the stranger was a friend of Simon, whereupon the android first didn’t know an answer first and staggered a salad of random words due to the still deep shock settled in him, but also the concern about whether this stranger was fine since the domestic unit was the one who found and helped him. The thought didn’t really deter Simon from keeping the other with him for some amount of time, maybe only until the human would feel better and recover quickly. The man from the café was covered with several clinical plasters, his laceration on the head was sewn and wrapped in a bandage, and small wounds on the lips were also treated. He was given a little amount of morphine to relieve the pain in his body, but Simon was still advised to have painkillers ready in his home, as the unconscious male would feel the pain of the little post operation on his head and his main injuries when he would finally wake up.
And here they were, several hours later after all the events, with a stranger on the android’s couch, their bodies covered quite lovingly with a blanket from the bedroom when Simon could do nothing more than waiting … and waiting. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, the man’s body moved and the carer’s eyes turned almost reflexively to the person he saved today. Simon initially listened to the other’s noises as it somewhat felt like aching breaths before the CyberLife creation remembered that he should follow the advice of the doctors and have the painkillers ready. The blonde moved away from his seat after he announced that he would get something against the pain of the strange human after the two had actually made eye contact, before the Android returned after a few minutes with a wooden breakfast board in his hand A large glass of water was presented on it, two half of a banana and two large, oval-shaped tablets, which Simon put down on the small glass table that stood in front of the couch. “Can you really crack jokes after everything that’s happened to you?” the unit asked just as teasingly, relieved that the other was able to speak, move, and orient himself by his own and that the doctors seemed to be right about their diagnosis, as the PL600 would contact them later that the darkhaired male would be alright. “I can imagine that you are in great pain. I would advise you to eat and drink a little before you take the tablets … they are quite strong.” the domestic carer gently and patiently instructed when he offered a first, rather shy smile to the other man before the blonde moved himself back a for some inches to return to his chair near the couch, but watched the stranger inevitably. “You were passed out at the coffee shop after we met, I think you can’t remember though, it was quite shocking to witness it nevertheless out of the sudden. My name is Simon, I’m a PL600 caretaker unit and I’m a nurse working at the hospital I’ve brought you to. I am… really relieved you are doing that good already, you really kept me busy with making me too worried about you.” added the kind-eyed creation to introduce himself, hoping the other would understand that Simon was dong more or less his job and duty to take care of those who needed it, that he had no sick intension to ‘kidnap’ wild strangers from the streets.
I hope they find the one who did this to you, you carried quite the damage away with you. I hope you don’t mind I changed your upper clothing, as your shirt is in my laundry now since it was stained with dirt and blood, you get it back once it’s clean and you can return back to the … cold and wild outside world.” the blonde, bright-eyed CyberLife droid muses with a small smirk on his lips, curiousity sparkling in his eyes though the longer he eyed the man in front of him. “May I ask for your name? Perhaps as a first test you don’t suffer any kind of memory loss from your impact.”
As the other man returned to what seemed to be the main living area, the Englishman’s head lifted a little to greet him, getting a proper look at him now that he could feel a small amount of tension begin to ease from his shoulders. He’d let Harry know his status, in one form or another, details didn’t matter right now, and the last thing he wanted was to be up on his feet and navigating his way around foreign streets when his head felt like someone was playing drums inside it. Although he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that his surroundings were a lot more… pleasing than many of the places he’d woken up in. He could still remember the many times he’d drift off back in Russia, his cheek pressed against the cool concrete floor of his cell, his body battered, bruised, cut, yet after a while he’d find rest… dreaming of the simple pleasantries in life that had seemed so far away. A warm room, carpet, light hearted company… someone that wasn’t trying to manipulate him, hurt him, wasn’t trying to get into his head, seeping through every pore in his body, all just to try and break him. No, even if the blonde had pulled out a gun and pressed it against the side of Lucas’ head, it was still a more welcome place than many he wanted to forget.
Although, it seemed his rather dry and perhaps dark sense of humour was a little out of place here. Where it often served as a deterrent, a facade to hide what real thoughts and feelings were raging within, it was the first time the Brit had been called out for his… misplaced quips. “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve had worse days.” The dark haired male jeered out of habit, shuffling a little closer to the edge of the sofa as he brought up a hand to lightly press against the side of his head, ascertaining the state of his head injury from feel alone, even wincing as he found the precise spot he’d been hit. Was it wrong that he preferred a good hit to the face rather than some of the alternatives? Being stabbed, shot? A few cuts and bruises were easily preferable in the grand scheme of things. “You’ve done more than enough for me already.” He commented with a sturdy look back at the man, pulling his hand away from the side of his head as his back straightened a little more, boney elbows leant against long and equally skinny legs. Despite his words, he took the tablets anyway, pausing a moment as he considered just throwing them to the back of his throat right away, but felt he should probably honour what the stranger had said. He’d doled out more kindness than Lucas would ever have expected from someone, the least he could do was take his advice… at least, while he was in his presence.
“Yeah, there was a… minor disagreement. Nothing too serious though.” It was blatant lie of course, though the Spook was hardly about to divulge what had really been going on in there, or the reason his face had been so violently introduced to a paper towel dispenser. “It’s nice to meet you, Simon. Shame about the circumstances, but… these things happen, I suppose.” He added in the same smooth manner, a light jest in his continued wry sense of humour. “Thank you… for helping me, I mean. It’s not everyone who would do that these days. Especially for a stranger.” It was then that he found himself looking off to the side absentmindedly, they spent so long tailing the footsteps of the very worst humanity had to offer, putting a stop to whatever dastardly deeds they sought to ravage those around them, or try to stop them, in some cases, it was so easy to forget that there was still a lot of good in the world when all they seemed to deal with was the bad. “So, you’re one of those… CyberLife androids I’ve been hearing so much about? I’ve never really spoken to one before. Aside from the ones still working in public transport and other places. But you know how it is, people aren’t so chatty when they’ve got a job to do.” As comedic as it might seem, the agent was being honest. He hadn’t yet stopped to get to know any of them, there wasn’t much time to when passing through, human or android, and the latter hadn’t yet made their way over Britain just yet. At least… not noticeably.
He sat back a little as he observed the android all the more, suffering in Lucas’ piercing blue eyes, yet it wasn’t his head injury that caused it, the pain was always there, embedded into his gaze wherever he was, whatever he was doing, a mere glimmer into his past, his experiences. But amidst it all, all the anger that bubbled away beneath the surface, one thing he couldn’t stand was the thought of making someone worry. He’d done that enough, he’d disappeared from people’s lives, some got to see him again, others didn’t, and where he could, he would try and make it better, even if it meant talking to them only briefly before vanishing once more to let them live their lives. At least now he had more control than previous times, he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t disappear, but he could alleviate any concern this kind soul had for him. “You don’t need to worry about me, I’m all right.” As late as the admission seemed, he didn’t want to add on any unnecessary stress to the android’s processor, well aware of certain aspects when it came down to their kind. MI5 never knew when they might encounter them, they could be used for other purposes, reprogrammed, turned, anything, so it was vital that Lucas and other agents were able to fight them… or even disable them, if they had to.
“I wouldn’t loose too much sleep over him. I’m sure he’ll get what’s coming to him.” The Brit smiled faintly at that, a sense of mischief discreetly tweaking one corner of his lips more than the other. While Lucas hadn’t been lucky enough to see it for himself, he knew that the other man back at the cafe would have been taken in by now, just like the other one… and with a good bang on the side of his head that almost mirrored the Spooks’. That was something, at least. “It’s very kind of you. Fetching me a change of clothes, washing mine even. I don’t really know how I can make it up to you.” That was where the spy could be completely truthful with him, no hidden meaning, no underlying context, just pure honesty. “My name is Lucas…” He replied to him, leaning forwards to take the glass of water in hand, deciding he’d fling the tablets down his gullet and snack of the banana just after. “Lucas North.”
As much as it surprised Simon that the man was now able to grasp his humor and make little jokes, it did not offend Simon, after all, it would be a good first big step towards healing and recovery of the previously attacked café visitor, because after all even the android had to smile slightly at this rather dry joke, since his brother Daniel had almost the same type of characteristics. And yet the young creation seemed to still have a rather harder time to hold the difference between a serious and a non serious joke, even sarcasm, as Simon easily would too much find himself in concern about a certain subject. But nevertheless, it greatly relieved the blonde that the other individual was doing alright and the injury didn't seem too much of an issue for his health recovery, even if the slight aching noises only could met someone guess how deep the physical pain really settled, as Simon observed the male's hand pressed against the spot of his injury as he'd afterwards take a grip of the offered painkillers, but not quite the banana at first. Perhaps it would be better getting him a cooling bag later as well...
A brighter smile spread over the unit's kind face as the man with a rather British accent spoke his gratitude towards Simon, which sounded really sincere in his voice, kind of relieved. Though the caretaker couldn't much believe it was a minor disagreement that would take to such events, especially in a rather calm coffee shop, but Simon honestly didn't want to think about it too much at the moment, as his focus was honored towards the brunette male in front of him. "Yes, that's correct, I'm one of hundreds of my unitbline alone but we have our own individual way of thinking after our deviation. But don't worry, I hope the media didn't twist your opinion about us about... World hungry machines, when you say you never really spoke to one. I can take from your accent you're not American, yes? So it doesn't surprise you didn't much spoke to any android in Detroit." spoke the blue-eyed carer in a harmless jest towards the probably UK citizen, smirking towards him.
And even if the injured guest of the android got assured that everything was alright, there was something in this male's expression, something more deeper that Simon couldn't quite grasp, either it was pain or exhaustion, who the unit believed the latter and didn't want to comment on it, a glee appearing in his hues when the other assured he was alright. "I tried my very best to nurse you. Though... I'd suggest that you perhaps stay here for at least one more day since head injuries are quite serious and I don't want to risk you go back to the streets with half your strength. You can take the bed so you have more space, as I don't require recharge this night." assured Simon kindly smiling towards the brunette, not wanting him to give the feeling that the android would have bad intentions for his newfound companion.
"Your clothes will be all dried up and ready tomorrow, if you want to change again you can take some clothes of mine, I have no problem with this, or if you want to take a bath or shower. My home is your home." the CyberLife creation spoke again so the attacked male could be aware that he doesn't have to be nervous about anything, as Simon shook his head, to symbolize that he doesn't need anything on return. "I'd offer my help to anyone who needs it, I don't demand anything in return, the fact that you're alive and doing alright is enough of a gift to me." assured the PL600 softly, as he watched the man, he'd now know as Lucas, agreed to take a bite of the banana first before taking in the tablet, which still could suggest that Lucas's appetite didn't quite return yet.
"Lucas... A rather strong name, the shining and the bright. I'm sorry, I-I am rather tempted to analyze the names of new people to find the meaning behind of it. But I'm... I'm really happy to meet you too Lucas, and that I'm glad that I found you."
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“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you? ”
Daniel usually didn't like approaching people he hardly knew at all, but he knew that in this case, and to some extent, it was a little different, especially since this encounter was right at the beginning proven difficult. Since the caretaker unit and his brother Simon spent almost every minute together, it was probably a question of time before the twin droid would find out about Simon's new friend, the well-loved doctor Jonathan Reid, who was not an unwritten page for Daniel, because at first at some weeks ago, the rumor went around in the hospital that Reid was hating the androids, but this turned out to be completely untrue in the coming events. The words and the way his brother described the distant man was so positive and kind, that the other PL600 was almost sorry to have thought so for the time being, but the young android was plagued by his paranoid concerns he didn't know if this man just wanted to take advantage of Simon's kindness, as it had once happened to Daniel.
But the blonde more or less promised himself to be more accommodating to Simon's newfound friend and to get to know him a little earlier, rather to treat him with less hostility or distrust. In the past, the two men met quite unspontaneously in some patient rooms until one day Daniel ventured into the mysterious doctor's office to speak to him a little more privately. He spoke about his about his brother Simon, that androids like him and his dublicate had to go through difficult emotional phases, but it was again Simon who never lost his kindness and loyalty and Daniel described him far too good and valuable for the world. It was more of a warning, but even then the stern-eyed creation witnessed what Simon had been talking about all this time - that ... gentleness in Jonthan's voice. his patience even for somewhat harsh words and his neutral attitude. This made it visibly harder for Daniel to hold a grudge against him when all he heard sounded nothing but the truth.
It was already the end of the day for Daniel's shift in the hospital, since he only worked here as an unofficial volunteer and he was allowed to go home sooner when his personal duties were done. he knew Jonathan would still be there and decided to keep him company for a while, if in silence. The android leaned against the nearest wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest and let Jonathan do his job until the silence was broken. “What?” the unit asked confused at first when narrowed clear eyes turned to the surgeon. For a moment he actually seemed to have forgotten that Daniel was reporting a small part of information a few days ago that he actually went between a brawl of himself and a worker of the hosptial that dared to say quite some nasty words towards androids, more to provoke Daniel though, a co-worker, by the end of the working day, a theme that quite would test the PL600′s patience and went up to verbally confront him, which soon enough ended with a punch at the unit’s face.
Daniel, however, snorted a little, not out of anger or amusement, but rather because he didn't really want to waste a thought on that person. “Fortunately you weren't there ... I was on the point of killing him. I hate humankind’s narrow-mindedness, there is probably nothing I loathe more than their existence, at least... to most of them.” the caretaker explained, his voice deep and rough and his eyes narrowed a little more than they already were, the gaze turned as Daniel stroked along his cheek, which showed a kind of bruise, as the skin of androids are able to show these. “I've had enough trouble in the past, I should be more careful, but it's as if anger is the only thing that can control me in those moments. Don't think wrong of me. You make my brother very happy, Doctor Reid.” added the android, looking back at the doctor. “So I choose to trust you wholeheartly. And it looks like you're not one of them, and that doesn’t make me think of you as a bad person.”
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Simon && Dr. Jonathan Reid
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I love these babies so much! ♥️ ♥️ And this mood board ist just 😘😘😘💕💕💕💜💜 I kiss your eyes! Makes me even ship them harder than before 😭 Thank you so much, this aesthetic rocks! I'll post mine anyway even if it doesn't look as good as yours ;3;
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
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It was a very spontaneous but quite personal invitation for the android to offer whether Jonathan might feel like visiting the unit's apartment, either for the evening or for the entire night, as Simon stayed at the vampire's mansion and it also happened several times that the droid was allowed to spend the night with him, be it that the blue-eyed unit stayed up the night looking after Jon's household or stayed in the large living room - in rare cases the doctor offered a place to sleep next to him, since his bed was quite big enough for both, but Simon often tried to find words for such a rather intimate offer, only shyly and nervously with such an offer. Rather, now that the android invited the other man, it was more likely that Jonathan would often be able to leave his house of loneliness and welcome Simon's company again with open arms.
Still, when Jonathan was walking through the doorway at a very late hour, Simon could see at the first sight of the surgeon that something was wrong. His tone of voice, as he greeted the android, remained as polite and kind as ever, that slight smile that was hidden behind his thick beard, but something was still different, his eyes were different. But the blonde did not want to address this yet, he did not want to question anything that Jonathan himself did not want to say yet, Simon respected the other man’s privacy too much and did not want to appear too intrusive. Rather, it was a well-known visual hallmark of the doctor that a trace of sadness hung over his silver eyes like a veil of the past, the memories of his old life, the lack of acceptance that he had become a vampire and the grief over it sat deep in his soul as if he were a burden to everyone, no further than a monster and deserving no kind words. So the PL600 unit saw it all the more as his duty to change the mind of the older Londoner.
While the night was already high in the sky, Simon suggested that for a while to step out on the balcony to admire the city at night. It only became a recent tradition that the two men looked at the starry sky at a few meetings to forget about everyday life, and the android thought that maybe this would help Jonathan - with rather mediocre success. The android leaned over the railing of the balcony, but was still close to the vampire and looked worriedly at him. He even dared to approach him step by step and even leaned his head a little timidly on the doctor's shoulder before he would speak offer for a hug in case the former war soldier could need one, though soon would hear the replay of the taller brunette male and offered a little lopsided smirk as soon as he lifted his head of his friend’s shoulder.
“I-I do lack the experience myself, it’s been a while but.. you seem to really need it at the moment.” explained the blonde carer softly, remembering the embrace though that the pair once shared a hug in their office, though during a short moment of panic when Simon accidently frightened the Ekon with his heated hands and Jonathan’s certain ‘fear’ of flames and sunlight, anything related to heat. Standing in front of the older Englishman, Simon stepped a little closer towards his, reaching out one hand to carefully brush his thumb along the cool cheek of the undead being, a fond expression reflecting in his eyes as they gazed deeply into the sad pair of fair silvery painted hues. “I’m always there for you, no matter how you feel at the moment, I care how you feel.” murmured the PL600 in a breathed whisper as he’d soon move his arms around the two shoulder blades of the doctor, his fingers digging into the material of the vampire’s waistcoat, sensing his stature and frame and how incredibly thin Jonathan actually was yet fit, he appeared so much broader when he would fashion himself with his favorite grey coat.
Simon’s right hand though slowly wandered upwards towards the undead’s nape, fingernails running through the shaved areas of his skull and feeling the slight tickle of the cut hair. The CyberLife creation even moved himself back and forth, just a little, as if he’d craddle Jon and himself to calm and soothe him.
“I love you, Jon.”
Shortly after Jonathan announced his suggestion whether it would be okay if the two of them spent another night with the vampire looking at the garden for a while, morning or evening when the sun was not on the horizon. Perhaps it would also be a good idea to often leave the house with him during the day to protect him from the dangerous sun rays, so the android nodded joyfully in agreement. If it were up to Simon, he could stay with the surgeon almost every day, to keep him company in times of his own loneliness and isolation, to see how he was doing, to talk to him or anything else. The thought of starting the day with him, off to work together finally made Simon's face light up a little more and smiled the longer he held on to the thought.
While the war doctor was still trying to recite from his past and tell Simon about his good friends, and Simon didn't stop, blue eyes on him. Oswald and Newton were their names and found cohesion even in the middle of the war and other difficulties, above all in society, to seek acceptance. “They would be so happy today, if they were still alive, to see that their love could eventually find acceptance and normality. They fought, not only in war but also for one another. I can imagine that the mentality changed and times at home could also be difficult. I'm sure you ... miss them dearly, but they had you as a confidante and friend and you didn't judge them for their love yourself. You were a real blessing.” the blonde spoke first, his words left nothing but the truth and the renewed praise for how high he thought of the brunette, being in his own judgment about other people and himself, chuckling as the vampire commented that the accent wouldn’t quite be the same as this gentleman. “How everything repeats... that I have witnessed androids that found love in the middle of our short war hiding with us together.” added the blue-eyed unit in a short breath of his voice.
“I am sure there are far more people being kinder myself, who made... less mistakes, and yet you see me your vision of perfection and that’s how I - well, I see you, Jon. And I could repeat this every day until you would finally accept it.” added the PL600 sincerely, a sheepish that tried its best to restrain crossed the unit’s cheeks, though still to nudge at the old being about his own personal views about the Ekon.
What Simon would have expected, however, was that the former soldier would accommodate this very shy gesture when the carer timidly overlapped his hand with that of the other man, but the caretaker anticipated less the gentle rotation of both hands before their fingers wriggled and were closely bound together. If Simon would be able for his cheeks to flush like a human, he would do so instantly, rather his heart would beat several tones faster than usual and his expression would still be surprised, but more than happy to accept this touch as his slightly warmer fingers nestled more around the other’s cold knuckles.
However, Simon did not initially respond to the vampire's words, but rose slightly from his lying position and was now sitting close to Jon, hands still clasped, giving her touch a slight squeeze. “Let me tell you something, some things are inevitable and ... well, you won't really be able to count that I ever leave your side. Perhaps I am naive to think so, but I also did things that were cruel in times of revolution, no matter how I see you, never expect me to leave you or feel a bit of narrow-mindedness for you. You and me ... we ... we could have an eternity ahead of us. And would be more than happy with that.” spoke the PL600 kindly in a soft whisper, giving their hand another gentle squeeze as the blonde lightly moved his thumb to brush it along the other male’s knuckle.
touch-starved starters!!
❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞
❝ could you play with my hair? ❞
❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞
❝ that feels nice. ❞
❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞
❝ i never want to let go. ❞
❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞
❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞
❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞
❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞
❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞
❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞
❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞
❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞
❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞
❝ you were my first kiss. ❞
❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞
❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞
❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞
*: ･ﾟ✧ interrogation starters.
feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.
CALM / QUESTIONING.
“ tell me, what happened?”
“ did you see anything?”
“ what do you remember?”
“ do you remember anything unusual?”
“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”
“ every detail is important.”
“ and what happened next?”
“ and what did you do when all this took place?”
“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”
“ where were you around __ am/pm?”
“ can anyone verify that?”
“ was someone with you?”
“ and you had nothing to do with it?”
“ and you weren’t involved?”
“ did you see it happen?”
“ did you see who did it?”
“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”
CARING / UNDERSTANDING.
“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”
“ did someone hurt you?”
“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”
“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”
“ we can take a break, if you want.”
“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”
“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”
SUSPICIOUS.
“ there is something you’re not telling me.”
“ i think you’re lying.”
“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”
“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”
“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”
“ what aren’t you telling me?”
“ who are you trying to protect?”
“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”
“ they must’ve told you more than that.”
“ you have to have seen more than that.”
“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”
“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”
“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”
DEMANDING.
“ i need you to tell me the truth.”
“ i need you to tell me what happened.”
“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”
“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”
“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”
MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.
“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”
“ i’m listening…”
“ you’re coming with me.”
“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”
“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”
“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”
“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”
“ okay. we have a deal.”
“ sorry. no deal.”
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In the past, it had not been easy to convince Jonathan to go out into the night in his large backyard for a moment, but the young android could only partially guess why, because Simon didn't want to be too urgent. Perhaps it was part of the yearning for freedom during daytime, that Jon could connect nothing to the night than that he was now a being of darkness, but it was perhaps also because the well known doctor explained that it would look very strange, if a man in the heyday of his life practiced his botanical skills all night, neighbors might react strangely.
A wide grin spread across Simon's lips when he promptly received confirmation that Jonathan was declaring himself ready for more such evenings, as well as a light laugh and a rather shy expression in his eyes when the android heard the words that his presence as well made this scenario pleasant. “If you want, I'll be here with you out here every night now. It's been a long time since I could really look at the sky, stars are so rare in this city, " answered the droid in a soft whisper his gaze shifting from the black painted horizon as the carer’s attention remained towards the vampire sitting closely by his side, as if he wouldn’t decide yet to lay down as Simon did.
However, after some time of further silence, when the doctor broke from his relaxed position and his gaze continued to face Simon, the android looked back at the other man with curiosity, listening carefully to what he had to say. “Oh, d-do you really think so?” the droid asked at first in surprise, a flattered and coy tone in his voice, that his characteristics remembered the former war officer of an old friend of the past. “Would rebirth apply to me ... I would say maybe I'm that very man.” the caretaker quipped innocently, but also a little gratefully, that he had such an impression and memory for the brunette surgeon.
But Simon did not interrupt the vampire when he continued to speak about this old friend, who at that time was going through very difficult times, not only because of the flu, the war, but rather about the government itself, monarchs and other regents. But his friend found love, love for another man and that very information alone made Simon's eyes light up. “It is really wonderful to hear, at that time there was no opportunity to really discover yourself but he found his luck. Your ... openness and kindness was a gift for these people who had a hard time finding acceptance for their love back then, and I have to praise you for that. I adore your being even if I ... I couldn't really say that very often.” the blonde spoke in a calm voice, but his stuttering suggested that he was a little nervous. “Even now you don't really seem to see it, but you're the kindest man I've ever met. You want to help everyone and be there for them, even if you have reasons for not doing so, how can I do otherwise than not admire you for it? He was lucky knowing you, his partner, and so am I”
There was a brief pause over Simon's dialogue, clear blue eyes set deep into the other man's pale silver pairs before Simon's hand would stretch out, and lay tentatively over the back of Jon's hand with careful fingertips before his cold hand was completely covered. “Don’t... don't call yourself a creature ... you aren’t one at all, Jon.” murmured the PL600 softly, a shy, yet affectionate smile spread the android’s face.
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One could never have expected how the days seemed to become weeks, the weeks already change to the first months when the two unusual individuals met, and mutual trust was built up between the pair, as well as a strong sympathy. If he thought about it today, Simon wouldn't spend another day without imagining Jonathan in his common routines in the hospital, even if the friends couldn't see each other to any hour, if the Ekon would work too hard with operations or documentats. The men quickly became friends, as the blinde carer visited the vampire's estate even after a few days of knowing each other, and Simon felt that through these constant visits, trust in one another only grew faster and stronger than prior - until one could think that the two were inseparable.
It was the same on the evening when Simon and Jonathan met in his own private estate by the end of the city's main core, which was furnished as homely and aesthetically as if this place were Simon's second home. But this time it was the night that attracted the two beings and decided to go outside to the back yard of a garden-like property that Simon knew as well.
The lawn was inviting, with the bright full moon that hung high in the sky and the stars sparkling with all their mighty attention, it was the android's idea to sit there for a while, but after some time, sitting was replaced by lying down into the short grass, as the pair soon enough were resting closely next to each other, the view of the starry sky, not a cloud that would dare to destroy this beautiful canvas of the night, a comfortable silence between the two, if only for a matter of minutes.
A content sigh released the nose of the PL600 and Simon soon enough would smile to himself in purest contentment and enjoyment on the scenario, more to share it with the male next to him, as kind eyes turned to gate towards the doctor instead. "We should do this often, don't you think? It's far too lovely here and... Much more enjoyable when you're around." murmured the caretaker gently as he offered the dark-haired Briton a kind smile.
