Ennard knew he shouldn't get close to the human, and yet he did. He knew he should keep the male at arm's length, and yet he didn't. He knew he shouldn't have let his mechanical heart fall deeper into the hole everyday, and yet he still allowed it to.
And now the amalgam was stuck.
But could you blame him? Laying here, feeling so warm tucked in the sleeping human's grasp, his breath tickling his neck in a rhythm, felt so right. The softness of the arms wrapped tightly around his wires drew him in closer, the sound of his heartbeat made Ennard only want to get closer, to hear the music of his heart louder. The way he could calm down the man when he woke in a panic, or began to fall into a hole of remembrance. The hands that gently cleaned the cake mix from his mask, the scars that would repulse most only drew Ennard closer, knowing his own kind nearly killed this man.
Ennard knew he shouldn't have, but he fell for the previous night guard. And he only wanted to be closer to him.
The amalgam could tell by the rhythm of the breathing that Scott was awake, and so badly wanted to flip himself to face the night guard, remove his mask, and claim his lips. But he knew he shouldn't. He knew he'd put the other in a position of awkwardness, and didn't want to hurt what they had. So he would wait.
No matter how painful, he would wait. He would wait for Scott. Even if it never came, he would wait.
Ennard is so much fun to write, so you can expect a lot more of him in the future! I know it's a lot shorter than most one-shots, but that was the point. It was only supposed to be a short drabble. :D