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[THIS WAS NOT AT ALL REASSURING which is why he has to continue to push through how awkward this is.]

Okay. Would you be able to copy files? If you...fucking have those.

I...Probably? But not on my own. I’d have to ask, you know. Dad.

[Their brow furrows.]

There’s a reason you’re asking this.

[His heart sinks, and as if pulled by that, his gaze falls to their feet.]

...Yeah.

[It doesn't need the confirmation because it wasn't a question, but it's all Maverick can summon, for a second. Maybe...sitting. Sitting would be good. With a sigh, he steps back and takes Rover's hands in his so he can lead them over to the bed.]

I don't... I don't want to lose you. If this isn't -- I fucking dunno if, uh, what we're doing is okay with him, or if I'd just...be some kinda distraction, to him. A mistake.

[He swallows hard at the admission, guilt threatening to bubble up and out otherwise. It had been his fault. He's certain of that.]

I can't do anything about what he does with your programming, but if he -- if your just fucking reset, I don't... [He can't look at their face. He's been trying, but he just can't, like his hammering heart has made his eyes too heavy, somehow.] I just don't want to lose you. Or have this not -- not matter. I really fucking like you, Rover.

[Well, they got their reason. What did Maverick see in the mirror, they wonder, but now's not the time to ask about it. But whatever it was made him worry, and they...don't want him to worry. Not about them.

They take a seat next to Maverick on their bed, pulling his hand into their lap and giving it a gentle squeeze.]

I don't...think he would do that.

[And he doesn't. He doesn't think Rex would be that cruel - they think he might be disappointed in them, but he doesn't think Rex would try to erase the parts of them that did more than kill.]

But I can see about getting some sort of back up done. You won't lose me. [A small smile.] I promise.

[The words are reassuring, a little. Not as reassuring as his hand in theirs. What sort of kid doubts their parent without good reason, after all? And that's without code guiding them towards that belief. Rover... He wants to trust that someone who created such an awful, wonderful little gremlin out of nothing would be a good person, but then he thinks of Kano, who did terrible things without batting an eye, but who was also his best friend. His brother. Part of his family, because whether Kano would admit to it or not, the family he'd had before didn't deserve someone as kindhearted as him.

Nevertheless, he nods. What else can he do? When he glances up from their hands, his heart skips stupidly from the sight of their smile. Feelings give him courage -- ]

Can I have it...? Have...you?

[They thread their fingers together, rubbing their thumb against the back of his hand.

They're not sure what to say. They want to reassure Mav, but they don't have the words for it. This is all new to them. They never would have expected anyone to actually be concerned for them, and they don't know what to do about it. They know they don't want him to worry, because they're not sure they're worth it.]

You can. You can have as much of me as you want.

[And that's...a lot to admit.]

[He can't decide between smiling and crying from hearing something like that so in the end he doesn't do either of those things. Maverick breathes shakily as he brings their joined hands up to his lips so he can gently kiss their fingers. As much of them as he wants... He can't say he's ever been faced with that kind of possibility before, or know what he's meant to do. Thanking them seems weird, so he distracts his lips from the impulse by trailing more kisses along their skin -- side of their hand, wrist... He rests his temple against the back of their hand then, holding them close.]

All of you. I want all of you.

[All of them. That's so much to give, but...But Maverick deserves it, they think. There's nobody else they'd want to give themself over to. They know that much for certain.]

You can have all of me.

[They lean in close, pressing a kiss to Maverick's forehead. They chuckle a bit into his hair.]

I won't complain if you have me now.

[his robot now, bitch

He needs no more encouragement than that to look up and catch their mouth with his, kisses markedly more urgent than the tentative ones he'd given their first time together. All his nervous energy is protective instead of the gentle, awkward fumbling that comes with a new relationship -- though that's what this is now, officially, huh? It's real. He's been trusted with this very real thing, foolish as he is for wanting it so badly in the first place, and he doesn't want it taken away from him now.

So. With that permission, he's firmly decided he is going to have them right now.]

[His bitch now, robot.

They kiss him back eagerly, delighted by the contact. Of course they're delighted - they don't quite understand where all of this worry is coming from, but they're happy. They're getting more than they ever would have anticipated and they lean into him, content to be had.]

[Maverick doesn't waste time, only slowing when some internal mechanism goes off louder than normal, or he wants to take a moment so that this time with them can last a little longer. His feverish need for them isn't exactly conducive to not coming quickly, though, nor is uncertainty over how much Rover's systems can actually handle when they push the limits on what they were built for.

He pants unevenly against their skin, forehead pressed into their back from where he's arched on his side behind them, dripping sweat and semen against their thigh. He moves one of his legs between theirs, tangling them together even more, because that might be over, but it doesn't mean he's ready to stop having as much contact as possible. His. His, his, his...]

You're...fucking incredible. You know that?

[When it's all said and done, they take a few moments to slowly cool down. They're careful not to burn Maverick, just like last time. Their skin is noticeably warm, though, and they lean back against him.

They laugh softly.]

Yeah, I know. I'm fucking great.

[They twist, grinning at him brightly.]

And you're not so bad yourself.

[What a dummy. Maverick rolls his eyes and flicks them on their ass before tugging them flush to him.]

Thanks, but I didn't just mean "in bed". [because obviously that's what Rover meant. anyway, quick kiss!] Where I know I reign supreme.

You do. [They don't mind playing to his ego. It's kind of...endearing, in a way.] But I didn't just mean "in bed" either.

[This relationship is full of ego-stroking tbh.]

Mmm.

[Another, slightly longer kiss, then. He still has no clue why or how this is all working out, but he's happy it is. He's happy Rover is choosing him, out of everyone, and thinks he's worthy of their time. And that they smile, play along with his jokes, and tease in kind.]

If I'm not so bad, then... [He's already asked for so much, but his heart has become absolute mush.] Maybe you wouldn't mind doing some dumbass fucking fake holiday shit with me n' Mama, at the end of the month? [Quickly, though,] It's -- seriously nothing, though, so don't worry if it doesn't sound like your kinda thing.

[Yeah, basically.]

Fake holiday shit?

[They raise an eyebrow at him, curious. They kindly don't point out that it doesn't seem like nothing, because otherwise why would he even bother inviting them, but they're definitely intrigued.]

What holiday are we talking about? I'm sure I can work something into my schedule.

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[Rover truly takes mercy on Mav, and Mav alone.]

Thanksgiving? It's this American thing... Mama's American. [so, uh, it makes sense.

...Wow, he must sound super duper sexy, starting in on a ramble right after a rumble. Excuse him while he mentally kicks himself, but it really is important! If this is going to keep being a real thing, they should meet his family and celebrate shit with him, right?] We have it at the inn every year, people seem to like it. But, uh... If you weren't able to get tastebuds...installed? It might be boring for you... It's kinda a big food holiday.

[Only Mav deserves mercy.

They're quiet for a moment, doing a quick search on Thanksgiving. It...definitely does seem to be a food holiday. Hmm.]

I don't mind. I mean, tastebuds or not, I'd want to be there. [With you, they don't say, but it's heavily implied.] I'm sure the company will be worth it.

[ughhhh he's dying, help. Rover makes him feel too damn lucky, saying just the right things to put him at ease and to please, and he can't stop himself from grinning like a damn fool.]

...Guess there's really only one way to find that out, huh?

[Rover doesn't even have any idea what they're doing, honestly. They're just saying what they think.

They're glad they can make him smile, though.]

Yeah. So...When is Thanksgiving, anyways?

[and that's why Mav stans one (1) robot.]

Uh. Fourth Thursday of the month, so... 28th, this year. It's pretty late.

[...]

...Why is it on a Thursday?

[...]

...Look, Skynet, the real fucking question is "why are we still celebrating that time these pilgrim fucks invaded native lands and gave them a shitton of diseases before finding more obvious ways of genocide".

[MAMA JUST LIKES THE FOOD]

[...]

...I thought holidays were supposed to be about good things. Not genocide.

[They're so confused.]

Yeah, and then there's Columbus Day.

[Mav learned how that was bullshit right away, thanks Ramona for not standing for that crap.]

We've taken artistic liberties over the years.

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oh well this is what worked

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