Wheatley blushed. He still wasn't sure why he had those sorts of receptors to blush, but there it was. And how annoying! He felt warm all over too, not just because Chelldon helped him with the boots, but because he was so very close. He nuzzling the back of his neck. Accidentally, even Wheatley knew that, but it had him distracted enough to do as he was directed.

Perhaps Specimen 379 wasn't so terrible after all. Wheatley was quite a bigger coward now knowing he could not just manifest another body. But holding onto Chelldon was precious.

Wheatley was almost terrified to let go. That outweighed his need to flee.