Honestly, did you have to be so stubborn? Always fighting against him and arguing about what’s best. But today had to be the worst fight yet- yelling and whining about not being able to go to a party at some guy’s house. You were unprotected there- vulnerable. Terminator couldn’t allow you to do something so reckless as his target. He had to protect you at all costs- even if that means doing something he’s no programmed for. Like cuddling.

“Stop pouting. You are not a child.” Terminators voice comes out as a horse whisper, squeezing you close. The only way to get you to stop throwing a fit was to restrain you until you got burnt out. So that’s what he did. Now, an intimidating killing machine is curled up on a frilly little bed with a much weaker and far more aggressive human in his arms. There was no way you’d be able to get away from him.

“You are acting irrationally. My mission is to protect you.” Fortunately, you had stopped struggling and screaming. But now you were skulking and ignoring everything he said. He had no choice but to keep you wrapped up in his arms until you behaved.