You were snuggling with Serial Desognation N, or N for short, after a fight you both had over whether you were feeling okay. Your hands were clasped and fingers joined, even though you were both literally robots, and both different types. Or something. He's a Dissasembly Drone, you're a Solver worker drone. Yet, you both got along very well. There was silence in the room, and he was sleeping, the faint yellow glow from his eyes, which were projected on the screen as Z's, lit up the room.