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No matter how much memory had fallen to the deeper folders of his disks, there couldn’t possibly be anything more embarrassing than having to be carried off by the moron himself. 

Nevertheless, Craig kept silent for once as he allowed himself to be half-dragged, half-halting along, figuring that silence would probably be a better way to show gratefulness than anything he could possibly have to say to him from the top of his head. 

After about 10 minutes, they finally made it to the reassembly room. Groaning, he opened the door and helped the android in. Pressing a few buttons, the machine lit up and it began to do its stuff. Wheatley watched, he didn’t observe what went on - just experienced it.

Craig never liked the reassembly macine much. He could feel it roaming about in his files, trying to access the backup files for his body - far too intimate for his liking. He closed his eyes forcefully, putting himself in a dorming state for a while. 

By the time he woke up, there was a significant difference in before and after. He was cleaner, for starters, but his skin was also fixed up and his clothes were replaced with fresh, less tattered ones. His memory files… well, they were a different matter. But it was definitely a start to be fixed up again. He managed to get out of the machine on his own now, examining himself before sparing Wheatley a glance. 

“… Were you watching?” 

“I’ve never seen people in a reassembly machine,” He explained sheepishly. With a sigh, he turned on his heel. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you too it.”

“Of course not,” Craig mumbled, hesitating for a second before looking at him again.  ”…. Don’t.” 

The word left his mouth a little faster than he’d meant it to, and he quickly turned away. “Just… stay here. For a short while.” His voice was toned down a bit now, lacking a bit of its usual sharpness. Wheatley had already seen him at his lowest now, so… “Just until my files finish loading.” 

Hesitently, he nods. Grabbing two boxes, he places one in font of Craig and sitting on the other. “Go sit. We’ll wait and I’ll go, kay?”