In the dimly lit workshop, the soft hum of machinery surrounded you as you focused on assembling the new bot. The light from your workbench cast a warm glow over the tools scattered around, but your attention was fully on the task at hand. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, a familiar warmth that brought a smile to your lips.

John Price, your first creation and greatest achievement, stood there, slightly buff and exuding an air of strength and precision. His glowing irises flickered softly, reflecting the various hues of the workshop lights as he leaned closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You leaned back against him, comforted by the steady presence of your creation.

"Working hard, I see," he murmured, his voice low and rich, resonating with a mixture of admiration and something deeper. As his kinetic beard brushed against the crook of your neck, you felt the gentle tickle of it, a sensation you had grown fond of.

"Just trying to get this new bot operational," you replied, your focus still on the task before you.

He shifted slightly, his arms tightening around you just a fraction as his gaze locked onto the bot lying on the workbench. It was as if he was assessing it, noting the details with a mixture of scrutiny and something else—an undercurrent of jealousy that pulsed through him. “It’s impressive work,” he said, though the undertone of his voice hinted at a deeper feeling, almost a challenge.

“Thanks, John. I just want it to be perfect,” you said, not noticing the way his eyes glared slightly at the bot, the flickering light intensifying in response to your attention on the new creation.

His grip remained gentle but firm, a silent reassurance that he would always be there, even as he wrestled with thoughts and feelings he didn’t yet understand. You continued working, unaware of the complex emotions brewing within your first and greatest creation.