At the end of the day, she really couldn't have been happier to see him.
He looked half asleep, his arms crossed behind his head on a stack of pillows. He was only wearing his button-up and undershirt, the bedroom floor littered with his vest, coat, and cloak. His expressive optic opened a little wider when he saw her, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Look who it is."
She hovered straight to bed fully clothed, falling onto the mattress so hard that her head made a heavy clack against his shoulder. He didn't react beyond letting his arm fall around her.
Their fingers laced together almost as naturally as their electrical signatures did.
"I got absolutely nothing done today," she sighed.
He squeezed her hand and hummed, "Me neither. Well, except..."
Two smirked. She knew exactly what he was talking about. They had both been in and out of the house all day, but around noon, their freetime overlapped long enough for them to spend a little time together ‒ it was Valentine's Day, after all.
"That shower was easily the best and most productive part of my day."
"Really? I liked the part after we dried off best."
Two gave a short laugh. "Yeah, I guess that wasn't so bad either. Hold on!" she suddenly burst out, "before I forget, you know what I learned today?"
"What?"
Two shifted so that she faced him a little more, though she kept her head tucked under his. "How many 'greats' do you think our greatest gradkid has?"
"Our... greatest grandchild?"
"You know what I mean!"
"I guess, but there must be a better way to phrase that."
"That's not the important part, just guess!"
"Alright, alright. The last time I checked, I think it was... seven?"
Two hoisted herself onto her elbow so she could look Nos in the optics. "Ten."
"You're kidding."
"No! I met them myself today, they treated me like I was some sort of historical figure! Do you know what this means?"
He cocked his eyebrow.
"We are ancient!"
"Now, come on..."
"Nos-4-a2, we are in textbooks!"
"You're making things up."
"What are you talking about? Fletcher showed it to me last week, it's something like The Modern History of Interstellar Robotics on Earth. We're only mentioned once, but we're in there. We're in a history book."
"First, that sounds like a totally obscure book, so who cares? Second, wouldn't they have to ask before they published us in it? Is it even legal for me to be published in something like that under the reformation contract?"
"Fletcher okayed us for the book, I think he knew one of the authors or editors or something. Also, it's been over a thousand years, you are literally the only person who cares about that stupid contract any more! Nobody you knew back then is around any more, and I think you've proven yourself. Maybe you haven't noticed, but they haven't interviewed you in like sixty years. The Galactic Alliance has almost been dissolved on several occasions, they have other things to worry about. That's how old we are."
Nos-4-a2 chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Excuse me for wanting to make sure I follow all the rules ‒ I don't know what I'd do if they tried to arrest me on some technicality like that. Not now that we have great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren," he counted the greats on his fingers. "Okay. Wow. Maybe we are old."
"That's what I'm telling you," Two laughed.
He buried his head against hers and smiled. "I think we're aging quite well, though."
"Mmm. I think so too."