Of course Chelldon went straight to Walter, picking it up and ignoring the way it instantly started to nibble at his shirt. Tentatively, he stroked the things fluffy head and grinned childishly. He loved how warm they were and how much he could feel it's heart beating... Wheatley did neither.

He was always kind of cold and he had no real heart to speak of.

He imagined he was a lot less fun to cuddle when cold. Walter seemed otherwise.

"That?" Chelldon asked as he pointed to the octopus that seemed to be flying around, he had never seen one of those before, it was both amazing and terrifying. He couldn't help but find it amazing.