Prompt: Wheatley often finds himself thinking about Chell while she's at work.
Chell did that same thing, Monday through Friday. She would leave right on the clock to catch a train, then a bus to work. She would work through the day, catch a bus then train home, and come back to Wheatley and spend time with him before she had to go to bed and recharge.
So, every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Wheatley found his days a little boring. He would watch TV, read the books that Chell bought for him, or practice the controls on this strange machine Chell had bought, where it had a game with strange characters that you could race in these insane looking vehicles (even he was sure a car made of felt and stitches would not be drivable).
Sometimes, he would go to the park, do the shopping if they were low on food, or to places around their city. He learned a lot about the surface by just being outside. One of his favorite things to do was take a seat somewhere and watch the world go by. It was worth the couple of dollars he spent to sit at a café and stare at people going by, seeing how they moved, and talked, and what the world was like.
But some days, on days he particularly missed Chell, he would think about her.
He would find himself playing back memories of his favorite moments, like the time he made her breakfast, or the time they attended a dance class together and the instructor yelled at them to separate and find other partners because he was "too tall for her", which Chell responded to by coming in the next week with four inch heels.
He thought about their first kiss, that he never thought could happen to him. Kisses were important to people, they were meant to be shared with someone they loved.
Even if she never said it outright, Wheatley knew that she loved him. That kiss, the first one, she had meant it.
Wheatley would reflect back on her laughter, on her smile, the way she did her hair in the morning, or the way she expertly was able to tie shoelaces and cook a meal. There was something so special and intricate in every little thing that she did in her daily life. Wheatley had lost count trying to count all the things he loved about her.
Every thought would tumble into the next, all of them leading into some other part of Chell that he loved, and today, it led to her being there. With him.
She had entered his life unexpectedly. Down there in Aperture, he didn't think that walking up this human would lead to everything that it did. Down There, she had been The Human, the one who turned off Her.
And that it would lead to something like this. Living in an apartment together. The two worlds just seemed so entirely different, he wondered if one of them was a dream.
Chell was tangible, so it couldn't be. They had experienced that together and something had clicked between them. She was still there, with him. She still loved him. She would always teach him new things and was patient with him, cared about him, and never called him a- a moron.
Chell was gentle, she was so stunningly beautiful, with her brown hair and grey eyes, with her soft hands and petite stature.
Chell was strong, with a stubborn, but "can-do" attitude, and didn't know the meaning of fear.
She was… perfect.
Wheatley leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his mouth shaping back into a small smile.
Man alive, he thought to himself, what did I do to deserve her?