"Do these things fall into place like Tetris blocks?" Asked Crow. "I can't really weld or solder your arms back together."
"See for yourself," Bender answered, exhausted.
"You okay? Are you becoming sober?"
"Would I be talking in coherent sentences if I was sober?" He asked rhetorically. Crow shook his head, too tongue-tied to respond.
Taking Bender's left arm, he twisted it in the socket until a satisfying click was heard. "That was easy!"
"Don't get cocky, meatbag."
Crow giggled as he placed his right arm into place. While focusing on Bender, the lemming began to realize how deep his adoration for him truly was. Despite the relatively empty threats and times where they were at each other's throats, the two always made up at the end. Even when they both got into what Leela called "The Smartass Contest," where they would rally snide remarks at one another, they always knew there was no venom in their refutes. A part of him was a bit astonished Bender was allowing him to reconstruct his body because he was always picky with who could touch him when in need of a quick fix or surgery. Crow deduced that it was because Bender miraculously trusted him with what essentially was his life. It became apparent Crow lost focus on him, for his deep thinking was interrupted by the machine's impatient shrill of "Get your furry ass moving!"
"Sorry, Bender." Crow frowned. "Your arms weren't that heavy, so I'll be able to carry both your legs without much issue." He walked away once more. A sullen look overtook Bender's face, peering at the peach-colored sky contemplatively. While it wasn't very good for his "macho" image, it did feel nice knowing and seeing that Crow was looking out for him, even when he did something stupid or got into trouble. "I'm gonna have to have you lie down so I can put your legs back on."
"You don't wanna do that." Bender said immediately after, looking to the left and right of his unfamiliar surroundings in a panicked state.
"You're quick to object."
"...God." his groan was elongated and drawn out.
"Pssh, it can't be that bad."
"This is gonna sound embarrassing, but you know how turtles can't get back up when their shells are turned over?" Bender started.
"It happens to you, too? That's not embarrassing."
"How'd you guess?" His tired eyes briefly widened.
"Context clues and critical thinking skills, of course."
"Don't be a wise-ass." Bender sneered. "So yeah, I can't get up when I fall onto my back. You better not tell anyone about it." Crow gave the robot a thumbs up, trying to persuade him. "If you'll keep your trap shut, you can put me back down." He sighed apprehensively. Crow's pointer finger was in front of his lips, signaling that Bender's secret was safe with him. Getting on his knees, Crow sat a couple of inches away from Bender and placed his two hands onto his shoulders. Once again, the robot's feelings of worry dissipated. Holding his breath, the lemming pushed all his weight onto the machine, slowly tipping him over. Paying attention to the shifting weight, he clasped his left hand on Bender's back and attentively lowered him onto the grass. Crow caught his breath, relieved that he didn't injure Bender even more.
"Given your track record of dropping precious cargo, I'm impressed." Bender praised.
"I'm not that much of a klutz, I swear! You always catch me at a bad time." Crow protested staunchly.
"Not always." He laughed heartily. "I caught you at a good time just now." The two smart-alecs exchanged looks of content until catching themselves looking for too long.
"Are you still nervous?" Crow jerked his head sheepishly, inserting Bender's right leg into its place.
"Not at all," Bender reassured while reminding himself to not get too close for comfort. "Wait, how'd you know?"
"I heard it in your voice," Crow said pridefully, clicking his left leg into its receptacle.
"There you go again, sauce-box. Now is not the time for a battle of wits."
"Well, you've been officially reassembled!" Crow stood up and slapped his hands together, getting rid of excess dirt. "Try and get up."
Bender attempted to move his arm and felt his arm tense up in discomfort. He tried his other arm, along with his legs, but to no avail. "I can't move, you know that?" He complained. "I can't move, and hurts like a bitch! "
"Has this happened before?"
"Does it matter? You still have to clean up the mess I made." He directly blamed himself for the circumstances that led him here. Normally he would blame Crow, but it was one of the few times he took responsibility. It was ridiculous to him—taking Crow by the hand in the TTS, that is. He was always hugging Fry and they both engaged in male bonding (for example wrestling), so what made being around Crow any different? He was never the type to regret the decisions he made, no matter how rash they were. Bender took immense pride in his impulsiveness, but his impetuous hand-holding was one of the very few things he lamented. Fatigued and fed up with his own actions, he let his thoughts drift away, hoping that he would lose them for good.
"I think I have an idea on how to get yourself back in the groove again," Crow said confidently.