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Yeah, the whole processing phase was over. Troy was an ego tripping nightmare. At least he's human now, now I can say that to his face and only get a few bruises instead of a broken femur.
"Marcus, bring me my hairbrush, I left it in the room!"
And I thought mornings couldn't get much worse.
I dug through his vanity desk, grabbing one of his hair brushes and deciding it was the one he wanted before dragging my feet through the hall. I reached the bathroom and opened the door. Troy was standing there, waiting with a towel around his waist.
"Ew, pull that up more! You couldn't have gotten dressed first?" I scowled and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. And get my shirt wet? I can't blow dry my hair without brushing it! Now, give it." He snagged the brush out of my hands, shooing me away, which, I gladly obliged in leaving.
Troy sucks.
I mean, he's like me. Built for a purpose but seen as disposable trash the moment caring doesn't benefit the very people who brought us life.
God, I have to stop making everything so depressing, I'm only ruining my own mood.
But yeah, he's a dick.
"Marcus, do you think Giselle thinks about me? I'm her creation, not to mention the best, she couldn't not think about me, right?" He piped up, looking up from his phone on the other end of the couch to look at me.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"I'm not sure she's even alive."
"What do you mean?"
"She rebuilt me sometime ago and I was defeated, I couldn't imagine her getting out in one piece."
".... Wow."
He looked shaken, I couldn't imagine w....
She was his creator. And she left him to die. If my dad- Douglas. If Douglas died, I'd be shaken up too.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
"Maybe she still thinks about you in Hell."
He snorted.
And then he went silent.
And then he started crying.
I don't know how to help. What do I do? I don't have experience with human emotion, what if I mess up and...
Maybe he just needs a hug.
I didn't know what else to do so I hugged him. And he hugged back as if he was trying to crush my ribcage, burying his head in my shoulder.
God, I hope normal humans don't do this.
......
God when did I fall asleep?
Troy's on top of me.
Oh yeah, he was crying.
Welp.
I attempted to lift him up, struggling a bit but managing pretty quickly. I carried him off to our room and put him in his bed, throwing the covers over him.
Troy sucks.
But, as far as I'm concerned, we're family.
That's what should matter.