#(( wheatley vc: hmmm talking abt how i tried to kill you makes me feel bad lets talk abt smth else

[moroniic]

@aperturesurvivor​ // sc.

        admittedly, wheatley wasn’t observant in the least - but he was fairly certain that cotes ward had gone through a massive change since he’d been here the last time. he liked this version of it a lot more though - a mix of ‘magical’ nature and plant-life ( massive plant-life, judging by the unfathomably large tree ) interwoven with the aesthetic of the modern. it was almost a peaceful counterpart to how he’d known aperture in its decay; it felt familiar and new all at once. being reminded of the facility wasn’t always pleasant, but this was different - it brought a certain sense of contentment. even if the sheer height of the tree intimidated him while he looked up at it.

       “ this wasn’t here before, was it? pretty...pretty sure i would’ve noticed it. bloody massive tree and everything. ” he mumbled, mostly to himself- as he always tended to do - instead of the people nearby, also admiring ophiuchus. “ still - nice to look at. tourist attraction, i’d imagine. have to wonder how it got here, if it wasn’t here last time i was. actually, i think most of this ward wasn’t here the l- ” here, he’d finally looked at the others - surprised to see, a fair distance away, a familiar face. was that--? “ the lady? ” oh, it absolutely was! instantly, his face lit up in recognition and excitement, derailing his previous train of thought entirely. 

        “ you’re here! i’m - that’s probably a relief for you, yeah? i mean, last time i saw you it was...um... well, you know. ” he trailed off a bit as he approached, rubbing the back of his neck.. as if it had merely been a lightly embarrassing moment on their last terms with one another - and not a life-or-death struggle due to a murderous rampage or accidental nuclear meltdown. “ well. nevermind. seems like forever since i saw you. wasn’t even sure if you were...still...alive. that’s...hm. change of subject, yeah? ” as much as he tried, there really wasn’t any way he could envision to make that a pleasant topic of conversation,and it made him feel...well, guilty - and he didn’t care for that one bit.

         “ you, ah, getting along okay here? so far? when did you get here, actually? “