Prompt: "[You're teaching me how] to tie a tie, but I can't concentrate because you're hella cute and your hands keep touching mine-"
Wheatley constantly had trouble with his tie, having to take it off at night and put it back on in the morning. It had first been tied long ago back in Aperture, when he was built. And he'd never had reason to take it off, so it sat there forever, perfectly knotted.
But ever since Chell and him had been falling asleep in an (extremely comfortable) bed, he had taken to wearing pajamas, which made him feel way more comfortable when entering sleep mode, and he was sure made Chell feel more snug when they slept.
She said it also made sure that his shirts didn't wrinkle from sleeping in them, and therefore she wouldn't have to constantly iron them.
However, the consequences of having to tie the tie were felt quickly.
Chell tried teaching him at first. She would take one and attempt to show him through mirroring. That didn't work – his hands got tangled over themselves and knots never held.
Then she started doing it herself, and letting Wheatley put his hands on hers to feel how she moved them, swiftly and precisely, to get the tie to stay on.
This only proved to distract as he wrapped his fingers around her hands and kissed her, not only distracting her, but proving that he hadn't been paying attention the entire time.
When she wasn't able to do it in the morning, Wheatley began to just forego the tie altogether. He never got the hang of it.
Chell kept trying to teach him, but Wheatley found he could never concentrate. His adorable girlfriend was just right in front of him, with that intensely focused face of hers, expertly making the strip of cloth into a secure knot.
Wheatley loved everything about her, and that face was no exception. And her hands were not soft, but rough from all the work she did, and yet were so gentle. Just part of her charm.
Eventually, if she was around, Chell began to tie it in the morning. It was easier than trying to teach him, and he never seemed motivated enough, anyway. And sometimes, Wheatley would place his hands on hers anyway.
For old time's sake.