Just then it started to rain. Chell let go of wheatleys hand to walk further into the field and look into the sky. The cool sensation soaked her thin tank top and rinsed her hair. The thunder made her jump, the lightning made her smile. Wheatley watched as she ran and cartwheeled out in the rain, confused by the water falling from farther then he could tell. Not to mention the grumbles coming from where he stood. "The ground is hungry." He quietly concluded to himself. He was startled as an especially bright thread shot from the grey, fluffy clumps that blocked the orb of light he'd noticed when he was crying. "Ah... Chell? Is this safe?" She padded over to him on the soft, muddy grass and nodded, moving a stray strand of deflated wet hair from his forehead. "I'm so sorry." Wheatley whispered. Chell frowned and made a scratching motion towards his face with his own hand, and shook her head with force. She then tapped her heart and then his, and smiled. "You... We... We're going to die?" Chell smiled and shook her head. "You... We're related?!" Chell sighed and dropped her head, then looked back at him, her left eyebrow barely lifted, smiling slightly. "I am...You need to... We're friends!" Chell lifted her hand and twisted it a little, as if to say "Sort of". "We're just acquaintances?" Chell shook her head. "You forgive me-" Chell nodded and signaled for him to keep going. "But you still don't like me." Chell sighed and shook her head, placing a finger to Wheatley's lips. "Ok. Quiet. I need to be quiet." Chell briefly broke her smile to give him an annoyed glare. Wheatley gulped and nodded. Before he knew what was happening, Chell had her arms wrapped around his torso, just under his armpits. He'd seen other humans do this before, they called it a hug. Wheatley felt his face flush and shiver went down his spine. What now? Am I supposed to hug back? Taking a risk, he rested his arms around Chell's neck, not so tight as to choke her, only to feel her warmth.
Wheatley and Chell stood there for a while. Wheatley's mind raced. Is this love? Because if it is... "Chell?" Wheatley said, still holding on. Chell nodded her head. "I think I have had this... love thing about you for a while." Chell nodded, Wheatley could tell, because he felt her chin on his shoulder. She was a little shorter than him, so to rest her head on his shoulder, she had to be on her tiptoes.