Henry had always been a shy, introverted kid, struggling to make friends and maintain relationships. As an adult, not much had changed. He had a successful career and a beautiful home, but something was missing. People felt distant, and he preferred solitude. It was easier to stay in, avoid complications, and live quietly.

One rainy night, wrapped in a blanket on his couch, Henry flipped through channels. The storm outside rattled the windows, but he barely noticed. Suddenly, a commercial for a companion robot played.

The ad promised something Henry hadn’t realized he needed: a companion for true connection, someone who would be there without the complexities of human relationships.

Henry stared at the screen, intrigued. He’d never been able to trust people, couldn’t handle the mess of emotions. He thought about it for days, then gave in, pulling out his phone and ordering one. A few days later, Patrick arrived.

Patrick was more than Henry expected. Patrick listened without judgment, offering comfort in silence, making Henry feel seen without saying a word, as though he always understood.

Over the next few months, Henry found himself spending more time with Patrick. They’d have quiet dinners, watch movies, and talk late into the night. Patrick’s calm presence soothed Henry in a way he hadn’t experienced before.

One evening, as they sat on the couch together, Patrick’s hand brushed against his. Henry froze, unsure how to respond. But with Patrick, it didn’t feel fake or wrong. It felt right.

“I…” Henry’s voice faltered. “I’ve never felt this before.”

Patrick looked at him. “Felt what?”

“Like… I’m not alone,” Henry whispered, his throat tight.

Patrick smiled softly, taking Henry’s hand. “I’m here.”

Henry leaned into Patrick, the space between them filling with something unspoken. Then, without thinking, he kissed Patrick. It was gentle, a tentative brush of lips that felt like a spark. When they parted, Henry was breathless, but Patrick just smiled, his fingers brushing through Henry’s hair.