King sits up, still blinking sleep from his eyes as he looks over to Bing's bed. He's been roused by a strange sound which he's realising is Bing trying, and failing, to not cry and King is ready to start shouting at whoever's bothering him. The sight that greets him though causes him to pause.
Bing's sat on the edge of the bed, Google stood in front of him. leaned over with the cyborg's human arm curled tightly around his neck, pulling him close. And sure enough Bing is sniffling, but smiling.
"What did you do?" King asks with a scowl.
Google's arm is wrapped around Bing's chest, holding him in place because honestly he's not sure exactly what else he can do. "I swear, I just asked if he was okay. He started blubbing and now he won't let me go."
Bing gives a teary laugh and pulls Google in a little tighter before letting go of his hold on his brother. "Sorry." he tries to wipe the tears from his face, giving an occasional sniffle. "I just missed you Goog."
Resolving himself to the fact he probably won't fall asleep again for a while, King sits up on the edge of his own bed. "So I don't get any blubbing?" he teases.
Bing gives a smirk and reaches for King making a grabby hand at him. With a smirk, King hops beds to sit next to Bing, carefully wrapping his arms around his friend's neck, while Bing's arm carefully curls around King. Though they're nervous to hold too tightly given that Bing still isn't a hundred percent, the two of them press their foreheads together, eyes closed and sit for a good few minutes.
After a moment or two, Google asks how Bing is feeling, is he in pain, any discomfort where they've managed to attach his leg, any trouble breathing, and Bing does his best to answer, but he doesn't loosen his hold on King, not willing to sacrifice what feels like his first human contact in months, but is in reality just a few weeks.
"Why is it taking so long?" King asks when Google seems done with his questions. Bing nudges the dryad with his foot in an attempt to encourage him to shut up, but King ignores it. "It shouldn't take this long to reattach his arm and leg should it?"
Google sits on Bing's other side, his hand still held against Bing's back to stop the cyborg just falling back against the bed. "Not a straight out replacement, but we're making a few changes as we go."
Bing draws back, still clinging to King but looking over to Google. "Changes?"
Google smiles as he nods. "With advances in technology, most of your parts were made obsolete within six months and you'd had them for a couple years before you moved in. That's part of why they malfunction a lot. Replacing them wasn't worth the risk of causing you damage once we took over your repairs, but since we're essentially rebuilding from the ground up, we figured you could do with your own upgrade."
"So no more tripping over my own feet?" Bing asks excitedly.
"Well not because of your robotic parts. We can't do anything to fix your inherent clumsiness." Google teases, his eyes flashing cheekily.
Bing gives a big grin that fades a little as he remembers. He wants to hug both King and Google but only has the one arm and he's not willing to sacrifice his hold on King. The blue droid seems to understand though, reaching across with his spare hand and ruffling Bing's hair. Not quite a hug, but it's more than Bing feels he's had in a long time, and happy tears pour down his cheek again.
"God damn it Google! You made him cry again!" King pulls Bing close, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend.
"I honestly don't know what I'm doing wrong!" Google sounds distressed and his confusion makes Bing laugh.
Gosh, he's missed this.