"Yes, actually, I think you might be," Wheatley said with a nod of the head. "I'm actually quite certain, but don't quote me on it, that you could very well be mad." He wasn't angry, he was more hurt and feeling was not something androids did so emotions like this, when protocols tripped them to activate, left him more confused and topsy turvy than anything else.

He watched Chelldon for a moment before slinking across the room to try and call up a dossier of what cores were left only to have the whole thing shortcurcuit on him.

If Chelldon asked or Handy came back looking concerned, he'd just tell them he wanted to do that.

For reasons. Reasons only androids could know!

So there.