Things weren't going horrible with Chell teaching Wheatley how to cook a steak and mashed potatoes. While the steak was in the oven, she was showing him how to mash the potatoes and while he was doing so, he would give her a smooth smirk with eyes narrowed, arching a brow; trying to be flirtatious. It caused the woman to smile and shake her head and returned to the business at hand with a smile.

After over a hour, the dinner was done and the woman was about to go into her room to get dressed in more suitable clothes, until the android took her by the arm with a gentle smile. "It's Saturday and you look lovely as you already do."

Shyly, she bushed loose hair behind her ear.

Serving her plate, Wheatley carefully set it down on the table with a glass of red wine for her.

The two sat down and smiled at each other as the android found himself smiling adoringly at her. Catching himself, he coughed into his hand and started talking about things like they normally would. It was like they weren't even on a date, but there was something different about it. It was more… special.

As the night progressed, Wheatley helped with the dishes, then ended the night with a marathon of Doctor Who.

The two were on the couch in the middle of the second episode of the first series, when Chell curled next to Wheatley, resting her head on his shoulder, causing his heart to quicken pace. He glanced at her, back to the telly, then back to her. He wanted to complement her or say something nice to her, but he didn't want to interrupt the show. When the episode ended, he took the opportunity, and looked down at her. "Um… Is it alright if I…Um…" There was no turning back now. "Kiss you?"

Chell looked up at him with wonder as her brown eyes were shining with wonder as if not knowing what to say.

Wheatley swallowed, not knowing where to look. "I just had an idea and I just thought that it would be nice if I could kiss you. A quick kiss, of course, nothing drastic. I like you and I want to do this again, but on a more of a proper date and not something like we do almost every night." He looked back at her and gave a nervous smile. "So, yeah. Um. Can kiss you and ask you out on a other date? Please?" It felt like the world had froze as he was just staring at her, hoping to get the answer that the wanted to hear.

Chell nodded with a smile. "I'd like that."

The android blinked. "To the kiss, or…"

She giggled. "Both."

His heart skipped a beat.

Trying to calm himself he carefully leaned forward and gently met his lips with hers. His brain felt like it was starting to spark as his heart was slamming in his chest, but he also felt calm like he was at peace.

Chell then gave a small giggle as they separated.

"Right." Wheatley cleared his throat. "Um, that wasn't awful." He gave a nervous chuckle, heart still pounding.

"My first kiss with an android," the woman commented.

He looked at her, realizing that was true. "How was it?"

She smiled, lightly shaking her head with shyness. "It was fine. Just like a human."

That made the android smile.

As the days went by, Wheatley would take Chell out on more and more dates. They two would go from restaurants to driving around the area and sight-seeing, but during this weather, all they would see is white, but that didn't stop them. On bad days, they would just stay at home and after a long day at work, Chell would find dinner already made for her thanks to Wheatley's culinary practice.

Then a week after their first date, Wheatley's heart almost started to break. He found himself wanting Chell more and more. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to love her and make her happy. He wanted to be at her side. But he couldn't… not forever at least. He was an android and didn't age. She needed someone who was human. Someone who knew how to be, live, and thrive like a human. She needed the love of a human. Not an android– A robot. He hadn't kissed her since the first date, not wanting to rush things for their own sake, but when he wanted to kiss her, he kept pulling himself back, reminding himself that he was not human and reminding himself that he was making Chell fall for a monster.

"…I don't wanna live/I don't wanna breathe/'Less I feel you next to me–"

The radio interrupted Wheatley's memories, earning his attention. As he listened to the lyrics, he tried to pull his attention back into his own mind, but the lyrics didn't leave. The only thing he felt was his love for Chell and he didn't not want to lose it, but he already did. He lost it when he felt his mind began to crack. He saw the fear in her eyes last night. He saw the way she looked at him, fearing that he was going to try to hurt her again. He was still dangerous and it was better for both of them if he just left.

His heart felt heavy as he rested his head on the foggy window, just wanting the pain to end. He wanted to live. He wanted to breathe, but he didn't deserve her. An android never deserves a human especially all the bad things he did to her. He was awful to her and even tried to kill her at one point! How could she even love him? How could she even forgive him? It was madness! What was wrong with that woman?

"When's your stop," he found himself choking to the driver.

How long was he even on the road for?

"Another hour or so. I can drop you off at a hotel. One is coming up–"

"Don't have money."

"I can lend–"

"I don't want to stop."

The driver just nodded, knowing that there was no point to press on. "So you're just going to hitch another ride?"

Hopefully not… he thought to himself. He didn't mind the ride, but he doesn't want a ride. He just wants to walk. He wanted to go to the wheat field, but clearly that was too far. He'll just have to walk somewhere else and away from the main roads if he didn't want to be picked up. There were woods all around them. It was easy to just walk into without being seen and anywhere would work as long as woods were close by. If he wasn't going to the wheat field, then the woods would just work as fine.

The lyrics are to Comatose by Skillet.