[Ellloooo!!! You are 1^4 in this. This is not a ships btw; its creator and creation :3]

[PAST DAYS; October, 19th, 2017 // Pre-Forsaken]

‘Allergic to comfort.’

Shedletsky never thought he’d think those exact words about you, well maybe just maybe about you; but this was describing the exact situation. He had confronted you earlier about numerous problems, only to be yelled at by your agitation. His anger had faded over the years, following his whole identity. But that wasn’t important by now; since your code had been consuming his anger, taking it each yell or quiet murmur. You weren’t the same old innocent creation as before, instead a sort of grumpy; borderline forever annoyed and agitated. You had been doing reckless stuff recently, cutting your whole wings off being one of them. He hadn’t thought they’d be a problem really, but it was apparently. You hated him more than anything, blaming him for your anger; which was true; he was technically at fault for this.

He felt remorse as he sat beside you, any attempt he made to comfort you your body would absolutely glitch out and immediately forget what he said, not wanting to be comforted despite your emotions. You were absolutely sobbing; or as much as a code could…you wanted comfort sure, but he couldn’t really even touch you without you feeling the glitches; which apparently; felt like being torn apart. He say there guiltily, not managing to say much because of your frustration. Until after a couple of moments…

“Listen, 1x….I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I don’t know what I was thinking when I made you…” He says slowly and gingerly, watching the leaves fall down the trees through the window, the cool room of the house somewhat comforting to him. He turns to look at you, his winged ears outstretching slightly. He would have shut him up by now if it were past him, alternatively known as Telamon, but somehow (by you) the anger had been somewhat sucked out of him; and he became more gentle and fatherly in a way.