Chell made a small noise of protest as Wheatley scooped her up off the couch and carried her towards the stairs. She'd been laying there for most of the day, battling a terrible headache and half listening to black and white movies (and Wheatley), but apparently he had deemed her too miserable for the couch and aimed to take her upstairs to her room.
"I know," He tutted as she gave him a half hearted glare. "But you'll feel better if you get some rest. Sitting on the couch staring at the television doesn't seem to be helping."
Chell felt small as Wheatley carried her up the stairs, then extremely annoyed as he pretended to drop her.
"Oh no!" He smiled down at her goofily, then sheepishly as he saw her expression. "Sorry! Sorry! 'Couldn't resist. Thought it might make you smile. Obviously not, though." He gave her a particularly cheesy grin. "I'd never let you go, love."
And then he smacked her head on the stair rail.
Wheatley almost dropped Chell for real as he panicked.
"Oh- I'm sorry! Oh my God! Sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you-"
For a brief moment he saw furious crystal grey eyes, and then he had a very bad headache.