Virgil held Wheatley's hand as they trekked through the halls, partially so that he could easily help the other bot up if he ended up falling over and partially because he'd figured that Wheatley could use the physical contact.
Hell, Wheatley was still a little bit wobbly on his feet, but he'd at least adjusted well enough.
It took them a fair bit of time to get there.
Once they had arrived, Virgil took a moment to peek into the room, before using his keycard on the scanner. The door slid open, and he entered, before looking back to Wheatley.
"Aren't you coming inside?"
The other bot stepped in, and Virgil turned the lights on.
"This was one of the old staff rooms, I think. We usually have a movie night here."
"...I… still have a bad feeling about this. Anyone else coming, or…?"
"Rick might be coming, Spacey's definitely coming, and Craig probably won't come, considering he's tested on what happens when you mix the gels. And ended up with a broken arm. Maybe next time."
"I'm, uh. Pretty sure you're not meant to mix the gels."
"Yeah, that's why we have a flying blob of gel, that's got a theoretically infinite amount of acceleration and propulsion, and we have a security guard stationed there, along with a heavily shielded door. Which was made because somebody didn't get the memo about not mixing the gels."
"...That's-- That's a lot to take in. Anything else happen while… while I was, uh. In space?"
"Not really. Aside from the whole Ego Core cloning crisis, which is actually pretty hilarious in hindsight."
"Who's-- who's Ego?"
"You'll probably find out in time, if there's any indication. Christmas Party's gonna be happening pretty soon."
"...I actually have no idea if I forgot about him or if I never met him."
"You're lucky, then."
"How would it be considered lucky if… if he's probably got a preconception of me from the things I did? Taking over the facility tends to, y'know, cause a lot of rumors--"
"Quit worrying, Wheats. He's got his head up his own ass, so chances are he's never heard of you."
He just gave Virgil a discontented look. Virgil didn't notice, too busy with looking at the DVD shelf to try and pick out a movie that everyone would actually enjoy.
Assumedly, he was allowed to sit down.
In the room, there was a couch and a beanbag chair. The couch looked fairly worn, a couple of holes here and there, probably from a particular species of moth that tended to eat fabric. The beanbag looked fairly fuzzy to the touch.
It was probably a good idea to go for the couch.
He seated himself on one of the arms of the couch, idly looking around the room.
There was a fairly large monitor, a small and very box-like machine next to it, and a shelf containing a few DVDs, a box of tapes, and a pretty big collection of books that were gathering dust, as well as a couple of jars and other knick-knacks.
"You might want to sit on… the actual part of the couch that's for sitting. The arms aren't that comfortable."
Wheatley jumped, staring at Virgil for a moment, before sliding off the arm of the couch and onto the seat.
The couch was actually fairly comfortable. About as comfy as his own bed. And he was actually fairly surprised that it was as comfortable as his bed, considering the couch had a few holes in the arms and a bit of stuffing leaking out of the cushions.
"We usually just huddle together on the couch and watch a movie, at least one of us is asleep at that point, and it's a good time." Virgil muttered, finally picking out a movie. "This is 2001: A Space Odyssey, I think? Spacey really likes this one."
"...He likes being called Dipper."
"Huh, so you got him to choose a name? That anti-corruption program probably sorted a few things out."
"He likes the name because it's related to space. One of the constellations, I think."
"What, the Big Dipper?"
"Yeah."
There was a few moments of silence, as Virgil slotted the DVD into the player, paused the video, and took a seat.
"They ought to come over in a couple of minutes." He muttered, sitting back and closing his eyes. "If not, then that's their problem."
Wheatley just nodded, rubbing at one of his eyes.
"If you're cold, I think there's a blanket in a box behind us-- it's one of those really fuzzy ones. Might have to share it, though."
"'m fine. Just a bit tired, really."
"What-- really?" Virgil stared at him, brows raised. "It was only a short walk from your room-- cell-thing to here."
"...Felt a lot longer, though." Wheatley murmured, looking back to the other robot.
"...Did you not sleep last night?"
"Not too well, no. Kinda hard to sleep when you have a kid in the bed with you, and-- you don't want to get their hands numb or anything."
"Ah, you mean Dipper? Yeah, he really likes sleeping with other people. I think it's some kind of response to, uh, having nightmares, considering he's… still a kid, really. Do you want that blanket?"
"...Eh, sure. Might as well."
"Uhm, a little warning, it is fairly... large, in comparison to, ah… your duvet on your bed. It's large enough to cover the whole sofa, and then some."
Virgil stood up on the sofa, grabbed two fistfuls of blanket from the box behind them, then attempted to drag the whole thing out. He managed to get it halfway out of the box. A few more tugs, then it was yanked free from the box's confines, and the blanket was spread over the sofa.
Wheatley could certainly see why the humans liked sleeping with these things. The blanket was fairly thick, perfect for cold or stormy weather with a mug of hot chocolate.
"The facility tends to be pretty cold. I think the other bots like this sort of stuff that keeps them warm, and-- I can see why! It feels very… nice."
Virgil looked over to Wheatley again, and his brows shot up at the sight. The other bot had already fallen asleep, and made himself completely at home on the couch. It didn't surprise him, considering that the other androids tended to fall asleep, especially with this sort of blanket on them.
He remembered having one back at the repair wing, mostly for calming the more anxious androids and getting the particularly stubborn ones to actually go to sleep instead of getting back to work. He'd have to find another one of those blankets at some point.
The maintenance bot sighed, shifting his position to be closer to Wheatley in the event that he woke up, before settling down under the blanket.
He didn't particularly expect the other bot to start clinging to him, but it wasn't entirely unwelcomed.
So, two bots, sitting next to each other and sleeping under a blanket. Not too bad.
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WORD COUNT: 1,182
AUTHOR NOTES: Fuck yeah.
The interactions between Virgil and Wheatley are intended to be entirely platonic, but it can be read as slight Wheatgil.