Rivet's P.O.V
The next morning I was the first to wake up and realized Ratchet was holding me as if I were a teddy bear. He subconsciously was avoiding rubbing my metal arm which I appreciated as the area around it was very sensitive to touch though I didn't fail to realize he had what felt like a small scar under his shirt which made me curious though I would respect his boundaries like he was doing for me. I decided to keep still as I didn't wish to wake him especially after last night. He needed the sleep and frankly needed a emotional break. From what I've gathered he's been through more then he hints at and was suffering from memories of those events in his dreams. I could sympathize with him as I still have nightmares of kit losing control again despite in reality she kept herself from going berserk when she assisted me in defeating Emperor Nefarious.
Me and Kit were still learning stuff about each other and one thing that she surprisingly enjoyed was doing crafts like model ships that she and Clank work on in their free time. The two were close friends now while me and Ratchet were learning about each other's strengths and weaknesses. Ratchet did occasionally stare at me seemingly infatuated when we work out and lift weights and occasionally when we race each other. I kept it to myself but, I'd be lieing that I didn't enjoy it. I felt so conscious of my battle scars that I occasionally found myself hating them but none of Ratchet's nor my friends seemed to care and my dad seemed to understand it was a touchy subject so doesn't force me to explain.
For my dad being exiled for 20 years his fur was still very white and his red stripes were still very vibrant red. It sounds weird but, I was curious how he kept his fur from being faded in color and might ask about it later. Ratchet's fur was becoming a bit like a beard though he trimmed it before it could grow out which was a bummer as I thought he was good looking with scuff but, I didn't want to seem greedy in wanting him to keep the scruff so I didn't say anything.
As I kept in place I started petting Ratchet's head fuzz which got me a satisfied purr as he turned around facing my direction before his eyes slowly began to open. My heart gave a happy thump when he nuzzled into my hand much like a kitten despite him being a full grown adult however I found it adorable though I wasn't going to tell anyone else about his kitten like behavior to save him embarrassment. I wanted to keep this moment between us and so I nuzzled my nose under his chin simply cuddling him as he woke himself up.
When he was fully awake he nuzzled into the fur on my cheek before getting up and stretching. I had to keep myself from staring as he did so otherwise I would end up blushing and it would show through my fur. Having grayish fur can have downfalls but, I wouldn't want any other color. I worked on reattached my metal arm when Ratchet went to the bathroom to switch clothing. I changed quickly and was done by the time Ratchet came back out. He had changed into a emerald green t-shirt and jean shorts and already had his boots on.
I didn't get why he wore his boots inside but, I just chalked it up to it being a second nature by now. I really don't have room to talk as I wear my own boots almost constantly as well. That was another similarity between me, Ratchet and Alister. We all stay in gear more often then not and I wouldn't have it any other way. I felt 'off' without my armor and I knew it was the same for the other two. As soon as we were both ready we made the bed and left the room to greet the day.