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The sound of raindrops hitting the window was loud—deafening, even—as Mind rested his head against it. He looked out the window, watching as the droplets ran down the window pane. Its face was unrevealing of anything he could be thinking.
He could feel the sofa dip as someone sat beside him. It turned its head to look over, his gaze meeting with his Host's. Atlas’s eyes shimmered in their slight glow, lighting up her face.
{Sunshine. What's wrong?} Soul asked, concern written on her face as she moved closer to Mind, grabbing its mechanical hand. He fumbled with the Sun’s fingers, scarred, calloused hands rubbing smooth, metallic hands.
[Nothing’s wrong, really. The rain just… messes up my sensors. A small malfunction.] Apollo responded, voice glitching out slightly. He was never the most productive on rainy days, much to his dismay. It had so much it needed to do, but it just couldn’t manage to get itself to do anything. He felt useless, thought of himself as lazy for not being as beneficial as he could be.
{Why are you by the window, then? Wouldn’t that just… mess with them more?} The Stars asked, confusion evident in his voice. Mind paused for a second, opening his mouth for a rebuttal, but closing it again and pursing his lips. Oh, yeah. That made a lot of sense. Mind disliked the fact that he didn’t think about that originally.
Apollo stood up from the couch, wobbling. Atlas followed soon after, supporting him by the waist. {The rain’s getting harder. I don’t think you should walk alone.} The Host observed.
Mind leaned into his touch, just slightly. [I suppose that is logical.] Was all it said, beginning to walk to its room with Atlas attached at its hip, making sure he didn’t trip or stumble.
It was embarrassing, but he’d rather have this than to be stumbling around the house with no support. That would probably hurt his ego more.
They made it to Mind’s room, Soul opening the door for him as Mind stumbled through. His head was in his hands, as he felt the beginning of a headache start to rise. It was lucky it kept its medication in a bedside drawer.
Apollo practically collapsed onto his bed, limbs spread apart. Atlas chuckled at this. Apollo collected himself, moving to the side of the bed he preferred. It was the coldest, being closest to the air conditioner.
The Sun's room was, funnily enough, impossibly cold. The Stars shivered slightly, but she pulled Mind's blanket over her. Mind was too busy rummaging around in his drawer for pills to notice, popping one down to help his headache.
It finally laid down next to Soul, staring at her as he stared at it. He observed Atlas's face, taking into memorization every minute detail. The freckles on her face, the way her mouth curled into a smile, the cracks in his lipstick. He looked up at his Host’s eyes, finding him staring back at it. Her eyes glowed, a vibrant red, blue, and purple. Symbolization of the three of them, how intertwined they were with each other.
They both laid there, simply staring at each other in a pleasant silence. Atlas reached his hand out, cupping Apollo's cheek. {My dearest. How beautiful you are.} She said, clear affection in her tone, love reflecting in the highlights of her eyes.
Mind's face flushed, moving his gaze away from the piercing amount of love in hers. Oh, how the proud and stoic automaton crumbled at the praise from his Host. He leaned into her touch, craving it. He could feel his eyelids flutter shut, the peacefulness lulling him to sleep.
It awoke in the middle of the night, squeezed to Soul's chest. The back of his head fit perfectly into Atlas's chest, as if he had always been meant to be there. At some point during the night, the Stars’ hand had entangled itself into the Sun’s hair. It let out a sigh, settling closer into Soul’s grasp.
[I love you.] Mind mumbled as he slipped back into a peaceful sleep, free from the worries of consciousness. He didn't notice that it had stopped raining. He didn't care. He was safe.