Only fourteen more minutes? Frowning, he got onto his hands and knees, gun at the ready, and he made the great 'leap'. If it was going to end soon, he didn't want to regret not trying to get close. Stopping in front of it, he carefully set the gun down and with great gentleness and caution, he lifted the rabbit up and held it... and it didn't attack. It didn't even go for his neck and try to eat him.

He moved it closer to his chest and it leaned over, nibbling at his shirt. He didn't mind, it was so warm and he could feel it's heart beat. It was interaction with something alive and real!

His face remained neutral, not wanting to show how amused he was by this little creature in case something went badly. He crossed his legs and sat with the rabbit, peering over it at Wheatley. Yes, he had a patch in his shirt now where the rabbit was eating the fabric but he hardly cared.

Just to test, he held the rabbit at an angle for Wheatley to hold if he so wished it.