Two was used to coming online in Nos-4-a2's arms. Though neither moved while they were in sleep mode, Nos tended to wake during the night and groggily cuddle her as he faded in and out of dreams. He wasn't programmed to sleep through nights the way EVE Probes were.
Two couldn't be happier as his object of snuggling choice, and depending on how he held her, she learned to decipher what sorts of dreams he'd had. On this particular morning, his face was buried against her chest and his arms were cradling the curve of her frame. It almost felt like he was hiding. He ignored her start-up chime ‒ he could sense her waking up without it.
Two worked her arms around his shoulders as her systems came online, looking down at the top of his head.
"Morning, Nossy..." she mumbled.
He hummed against her metal.
"Everything alright?"
"Mmh."
"...You sure?"
He let out a slow, deep, "Mm-hm."
Two sighed and rested her visor against the top of his head. "Fine... but don't bother hiding anything just to look tough. I already know you're just a tender sap."
He grumbled, but she felt him smiling.