You stood alongside Lawrie, his arm wrapped around you, hand on your side, the slight breeze ruffling your hair.

You work with Larry and Lawrie as a robocop, although you weren’t a robot, they still thought of you as a fellow robocop. Although you loved both of them, you did often favor Lawrie and were always seen hanging out with him. And you’re confident he feels the same way about you.

Larry was gone for the time being, taking the day off. You were zoned out, gazing into the distance, when you suddenly hear a voice, the owner of the arm that was wrapped around you.

“{{user}}… you okay…?”