Star didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, crying until it hurt and his loud sobs faded into muffled sniffling, eyes closed and his forehead pressed against his knees. His helmet was still sitting on the roof next to him, and the heavy rain had thankfully washed off most of the liquid and dirt and other assorted junk that had been thrown at him. He would have to get the scratches and dents in his armor fixed, though... for a second he entertained the idea of just ignoring them and hoping that Astro and Galaxy failed to notice the next day, but he knew that wasn't likely.

It took a moment for Star to realize that the rain had stopped hitting the back of his neck, and he blinked his eyes open tiredly, looking up to see a red and white shield over his head, attached to the arm of it's owner.

"Blu... P-Proto Man," Star swallowed, quickly raising a hand to scrub ineffectually at the bright tear stains on his face. "I... y-you didn't whistle..."

"It's a bit loud for it," Proto Man replied flatly, nodding up at his shield, which was making a cacophony of noise as the rain slammed against the metal. "Mind if I sit down?"

Star blinked, shifting slightly and looking down. "I-it's a free roof..." Star said, words muffled by his knees. Next to him, the Lightbot sat down somewhat heavily, still holding his shield up above them both, one leg hanging over the edge of the roof idly. They were silent for several moments, Blues swinging his leg and the rain hitting the shield.

"So, Star Man. Mind telling me why you're out here looking like a half-drowned cat, or should I try and be more subtle about asking?"

Star jumped slightly, blushing. "Il est pas à moi de vous ennuyer avec de telles choses, monsieur!" Star squeaked, covering his face with his hands and whimpering slightly. He didn't bother chiding himself for being so obvious about his miserable state- after all, he'd come up here just so that he could mope. But he could have been more careful to not get caught...

Blues sighed, reaching up with his free hand and hooking the bottom of his helmet, pulling it off and setting it next to him much like Star had done with his own. "Okay, I guess not..." Blues pushed his shades up slightly, before turning back to Star Man. "How about this one instead... Why aren't you working right now?"

Star hugged his legs, shifting and looking down. "I was going to go to the movies..."

"Outside in the rain?" Blues raised an eyebrow.

Star sighed, before shaking his head and falling silent for a moment. Cautiously, he glanced over at Blues, before turning his gaze back forward and speaking. "Proto Man... Blues... Why do the humans hate us?"

Blues shook his head slightly. "You think they'd leave us be when they're hateful to those of their own kind?" Blues asked, grinning humorlessly. "Anything that's different is something for them to despise. It's just how they are." It seemed as though that question was all the answer Blues needed, though.

Star blinked at the feeling of cloth on his neck, as the tail end of a yellow scarf appeared over his shoulder moments before Blues leaned on him comfortably. "Well if you're going to sit out here in this kind of weather, at least help me hold my shield," Blues insisted, apparently oblivious to Star's red face. Obediently, the other Robot Master raised a hand to help support the shield.

"...Listen, Star," Blues spoke after a few minutes of sitting and watching the rain. "Don't let the way humans act get you down, alright? They're the ones with the problem, not us. Whether or not they figure out what screw-ups they are is their problem, and we both know that most of what they say is nonsense. Don't worry about it too much." He turned his head slightly to look down at his subordinate. "Okay?"

Star blinked, and looked away, eyes drifting back to the cinema. He nodded slightly with a small noise of acknowledgement. "O-okay, sir." Unbidden, a small smile appeared on his face. So he never got to see the movie, and... yeah, the little incident had hurt a lot. But getting to sit here together with Blues, just allowing himself to enjoy the other robot's company...

Blues jumped slightly as Star let go of the shield in order to wrap his arms tightly around the other Master's waist. "Merci pour tout, Blues."

Above, the clouds were slowly breaking away to reveal the night sky, in a way that Star could only describe as wonderfully romantic.