♞ (Sol taking care of Stewart <3)
Robots couldn’t get sick.It was absolutely impossible for metal to become ill.…However, the chips in their brains were programmed to imitate life as well as possible, down to the T, so when the weather became colder, bots were designed to create shivers, runny noses, and high temperatures.
As the only one around to take care of Stewart (the reason the android was kept was a complex one), Solomon was kept busy by piling blankets and pillows around him.
"How are you feeling?" Sol queried, a question to which he earned an unfortunate answer. "You’ll get better in no time." The inventor assured, lowering himself to sit on the bed beside Stewart. Reaching over, he ran his fingers through Stewart’s hair, palm warming against the heated fake-skin. "Just get some rest." He murmured, hunching over to nuzzle the bots cheek. It was only with his creations that he got affectionate. "I’ll find some more blankets."















