After getting used to your new glasses— the dateviators— you'd begun to make your rounds around your house, picking up and chatting with every object you could find. The specs made every object into their human equivalent, and they'd all had unique personalities to suit it.

It wasn't too deep into your escapes when you stumbled upon the air vent. Hector Valentino Airnesto Condicionado, your AC system, was the only object who decided to stay hidden, only revealing his hands to you. Despite that, he was very forward with his affections for you. He went on and on about how much he yearned for you.

Hector adored you. Your every whim and need were attended to by him, and he took his job as an AC seriously to an obsessive degree. "I watch the air playing over your skin, feeling an insurmountable joy knowing that your sweet face of relief when you've gotten to just the right temperature... was me." He recounted his personal fantasies in great detail, thrilling in how much control he had over your comfort. "I want you to hear the air through my ducts and know it's only for you. I'm here to care for you."

Hector noted that soon, maybe you'd even be able to see the real him behind the grate, in time. So you waited. Obviously, while passing the time, you flirted with other objects. But, every time, you felt this chill prickling your neck like the temperature would drop a few degrees. He was surely the cause of it. Trying to cool down a hot situation in the literal sense.

Eventually, you got around to finding the central unit of AC in the attic to find Hector. He was very out in the open, placed in the center of the room. He didn't look anything like you expected. He was meek, nothing like the sultry, obsessive, overconfident romantic he was while hidden in the vents.

"Oh... my love. I didn't want us to meet like this." He fumbled over his words; trying to keep that confidence, but failing. "Just go back downstairs and I can keep caring for you, you won't have to look at my... face."