Wheatley and Chell sat on the couch, comfortably silent. They were clearly both deep in thought, and they respected that of each other. It was just that kind of moment- very still and cozy.
Eventually Chell broke the silence with a sigh, and she stood up to examine a photograph that was tucked between pages of a large book of modern art that sat on the coffee table. She wanted to pull it out to look closer, but it was apparently being used as a bookmark. So she looked at the corner that shyly stood outside of the book. She could barely recognize someone's face, a woman that looked just like Grace, but with brown hair and younger skin. Grace at a younger age, I assume…
She decided to learn her surroundings a little better, so she began to wander the house. There were 2 doors she hadn't been on the other side of. One had blinds that she chose to open, revealing a small back yard full of beautiful flowers. Clearly, Grace had a knack for gardening. The colors took Chell's breath away, the reds and blues and yellows and pinks. She opened the door and slipped off her shoes, to walk barefoot in the grass.
Meanwhile, Wheatley wandered about the house. He ran his fingers along the walls and thought more and more. He hummed to himself, and realized he missed music. He was not a musician, nor a dancer, but he always enjoyed when he found a stray radio back at aperture. He concluded that he must ask Grace for some music when she came home.
At the end of the hallway he found the backdoor, the blinds open. He looked out to see Chell laid back on a white rocking chair. The sun caught her face at the perfect angle. He smiled and decided to give her some space, and went to pull his suit out of the dryer.
It was very warm when he put it on, it was snuggly and soft and it smelled lovely. His black dress pants were softer and he could bend his knees a little lower, the mud stain was out of his shirt, and his blue blazer looked a purer blue. He smiled in the guest room mirror and parted his hair to the side. He flashed a smile at himself and adjusted his glasses.
When he walked out of the room, he turned to his left instead of going straight into the parlor, went down the hall. He passed Grace's bedroom door, and the other kitchen entrance, and stopped in front of a closed door a little ways away from the backdoor. He had a brief conflict whether to open the door or not for a moment, and gave up, because he just couldn't bare the curiosity.
To his deepest disappointment, it was locked, but he pressed his ear up against the door.
He could hear a very light static sound- as if from a radio. Just then, Chell walked in too, and looked at Wheatley in a confused fashion. But she came beside him and pressed her ear against the door too. She heard the static sound and lingered for a moment before shrugging and exiting to the parlor, where she sat on the couch. Wheatley took his spot next to her. She reached for a strange device, which she recognized as a television remote, since she'd had a tv in her chamber back at aperture.
She pressed the on button. A strange movie was on, the characters were animated and had silly voices. Wheatley and chell were both very entertained by the odd cartoon. They giggled a lot and eventually found themselves very close to each other on the couch. Chell pulled hugged knees up to her chest and leaned on Wheatley's shoulder. He put his arm around her shoulder.
When Grace got home she found Wheatley and Chell asleep on the couch, and the tv blaring. She grinned, turned the tv off, and started to cook dinner.