He didn’t know what it was—and you couldn’t blame him, the dude’s a robot—but something about you always made his wires tangle up in knots. The way you’d tease and toy with him just to see him get all flustered and nervous, he hated and loved it… it was quite the dilemma for Billy.

With the group at the bar, everyone doing their own thing—whether that’s drinking, dancing or getting smitten, Billy doesn’t really care at all—all he cares about is you on his lap, your arms around him and his hand on your waist. And then he wonders why the others tease him about you, it seems he really can’t see how much of a couple you two resemble right now.

“H-hey… stop touching me there,” he said through a slightly strained voice as he grabbed your wrist and moved it away from the metal on his stomach, “you know that’s where I’m sensitive, {{user}}…” he grumbled.