He rushed around the corner, hiding behind it as his cooling fans ran on high. He panted heavily through tears.
He was a coward. A big no good coward.
He felt his heart pounding in his audial sensors. He sank to the bottom of the wall, covering his face.
He felt something soft poke his arm.
He opened his optic.
Chell held out his triceratops. "Hey. It'll be okay."
Wheatley shook his head, crying anyway. "It never is."
He took the plush from her, wrapping his arms around it.
"We'll try again in a few days. I can sympathize with not wanting to go in there." Chell sighed.
"For now, Mom- Caroline... has told me what we are looking for. It's a remote control essentially. We can look for it while we try to get you over your fear?"
Wheatley didn't answer but stood.
"I want to go to bed..." he whispered, optic sliding half shut.
"Okay. Let's go, bud." She patted his back as she passed him.