I wrote a sequel to the last chapter! It's happier, too. Enjoy!

Genos had been sleeping for two hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-five seconds when he woke up. It was approximately 8:30 at night- too early for bed, and yet he felt like lying his head back down... until he saw Saitama gazing at him from just a few inches away on the futon, his face soft, loving.

"... ah."

"Yeah. You were out for a while, babe. How do you feel now?" the elder asked, reaching over to thread thick fingers through blond hair.

"I feel... okay." The cyborg sighed; he was tired, still, but crying made him feel better. And Saitama being there. That was the best part, really. "Did you put the groceries away?"

"Mm. 'Bout an hour ago. I wanted to make sure you were fully asleep- you were. It was cute." He smiled a little, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend on the nose. "I also put that picture on my manga shelf... didn't want it to get crinkled."

Right. The picture of his family- the thing that started the whole sobbing fit. Genos nodded, thankful for his love's thoughtfulness. "Thank you."

"No problem. Hey..." The bald man sat there, pondering something for a moment. "Would you mind telling me? Like, about your family? It's okay if it's too hard-"

"Sure. I'd like that, actually." A tiny smile crossed the teen's face, and he sat up to grab the photo; Saitama followed, both of them still under the comforter. They looked at the picture as Genos pointed to each member of his family, describing them in detail.

"This is my father. He was a large man, as you can see here... he worked at a brewery on the assembly line, so money wasn't great. But he was strong- he could pick my sister and I up at the same time, and his laugh was loud and booming. He loved my mother very much. Whenever he could, he'd buy her things like new plants for her garden or jewelry. And he read science fiction like a fiend.

"My mother... she was beautiful, of course. I was sort of a mama's boy, as you call it- I would go to her for everything. She could cook, bake, and sing like no other. Unfortunately, she could never find a job, though, so she stayed at home- she always looked tired, so I think she might've been depressed. She always said that my sister and I were the greatest gifts she'd ever gotten.

"Ah, and my sister Kimi... sometimes she could be a brat, of course, but I liked playing with her anyway, because I didn't have many other friends. We did a lot together- we played dolls and house and danced in the rain and sang... she liked princesses, but she liked heroes, too. I took her to see Spiderman with some of the money I earned mowing our neighbor's yard once. She would've liked you, then. They all would've."

Genos smiled, stroking the photo a few times over. He looked back at Saitama and saw that he was also smiling- it warmed him to his very core and even deeper. The fact that he sat to listen to him talk about his precious family was overwhelmingly meaningful.

"They sound great, Genos. Thanks for telling me that." He turned the lithe metal body around a bit so he could kiss a pair of synthetic lips. "I'm sure I would've liked them, too."

Sighing quietly, the cyborg, nodded, hugging his love close. Yes, his family and Saitama would've gotten along wonderfully. He was sure of it.