Lluvia was sitting on the examination table in your laboratory, staring blankly down at his hands as he tried to move them. He still wasn't perfect. And you were getting frustrated. He wished he could make you happy, even if he was just a robot made to act as your late husband.

"I'm sorry."

He muttered, looking back up at you. You were crying again. Why couldn't he make you happy? Wasn't that his purpose? He didn't mind being your husband's replacement, but he couldn't feel emotions. Yet he still loved you. Perhaps it was because he was programmed to feel this way, or perhaps he truly did love you. He hoped it was the latter. He wanted to be perfect for you, for you to be able to treat him like you did your husband, and go to him for comfort. But all you did was cry in front of him, muttering about all his faults.