You held the handle by one hand as you slide in the key to your home into the hole. The keys jingled softly, the sound muffled by your palm as you turned them until you heard a click.

Withdrawing the key you pushed the door inwards. The creak echoed through the house. This wasn't unusual, Google would usually read something when he was done with chores. This however concerned you today considering the events that had unfolded that morning.

Normally you'd find him on the couch or on the chair by the window. You would throw your arms around him from behind him. He would grunt and you'd smile at him.

You took of your shoes and placed them in the cabinet by the door hurriedly and started looking for a certain brunette. Thankfully it didn't take you long.

"Google?" You called to get the attention of the cyborg who you found in the kitchen. Drenched in flour.

Google turned around, surprised. He was hunched over the kitchen island, sitting on a high stool, it was unclear to you what he was doing because his figure obstructed whatever it was.

"Honey, are you okay? What are you doing?" You asked. Relief washed over you as you saw he was well.

"Nothing.." He mumbled, kinda shrinking into himself. He looked... embarassed? Trying to shield the thing he was hunching over further.

The mystery did not last that long as you caught a distinct waft. You sniffed once again to confirm your theory. Yup, you would never not recognise that aroma.

"Is that.. (favourite/flavour) cake?" You smiled at the familiar scent you loved so much.
"No... I.. it's nothing.." He shrunk further.

You neared him and sure enough it was a(f/f) cake, which he was in the middle of icing. Your smile widened and your eyes drifted back to Google, who by this point was as bright pink as the icing he was applying.

You chuckled as you looked at him and his flustered face, by the condition of the kitchen and the blue man himself, you out 2 and 2 together, concluding he had made it from scratch.

"Aw darling, you made this?" You asked amused.
"..yes." He muttered fleeing your gaze.
"Google, sweetie-" you smiled and continued "_if you wanted a cake you should have texted me, I would have gotten it on the way back, you didn't have to bake it yourself-"
"I- this is for you." He stumbled with his words now resembling a tomato.
"..for me?" You asked taken aback.

"I.. I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier this morning. I had noted you liked a (f/f) cake.. so I decided to bake this.. it's not perfect, but.. I-I hope you can forgive me.." He finished, his eyes downcast, fleeing your own.

"Google.." you began softly, your hand reached to cup his face, but you retracted your hand quickly, as you saw him flinch at your touch. Your hand involuntarily curled by your chest.

"Sorry.." you muttered quickly. He wasn't a big fan of physical affection, you knew that. But he never flinched or he hadn't ever pushed you away like he had this morning. You decided to finish the sentence you had started before you could blame yourself for his strange behaviour.

"Google, you didn't have to do this. It's no big deal really." You smiled to reassure him.

"Don't lie please.. I know you were really hurt, even now." He looked right at you and it was your turn to flee his gaze.

"No sweetie.. it's noth-"

"Puffy cheeks, smudged makeup, slightly red nose. You were crying.." He declared, shocking you. He had noticed you trying to hide your tears a lot of times. You always pretended everything was fine. It took him a few times to catch on but then he started picking up the tale tell signs that would give it away. The change of pitch in your voice, the sudden over optimism in your words

He didn't know how it was possible, bite he had learned human emotions, the very first being hate.

And he hated to see you like this. He hated himself for being the reason behind this.

Seeing you like this.. made him hurt. He didn't know how else to describe it. But seeing you in distress made his circuits go all haywire. It was like a malfunction in his internal systems, causing disruptions in his processing capabilities upon seeing you in distress. Like a sense of disorientation or disturbance, akin to a critical error in his algorithm.

He didn't know it, but what he was describing was heartbreak.

You felt like a deer in headlight after the observation he made. You racked your mind for words to lie out of this situation. Heck, you wanted to just get words, any words out. It was like your brain had completely cleaned the slate on vocabulary.

You didn't know when but tears had started trickling down your cheeks.

Google felt his circuit go haywire all over again.
He wanted to hold you.
He wanted to wipe away those tears.
Stroke your back.
Tell you everything will be okay.
He was just afraid of getting close to you, afraid of it taking over and you getting hurt.

Every part of his body ached to reach out to you, pull you in and shield you from every danger. But.. how was he supposed to do that, when he himself was a danger?

You sobbed trying to make a single comprehendible sentence amidst those sobs, but all that came out were broken words
"It's just.. you.. I.. I dont.. makes you un- uncomfortable.. I didn't.. I was just.. I didn't mean to.. I-I'm s-sorry"
You chocked on your words before you could get any further. A sniff followed after a very short silence, which was in turn followed by your soft cries.

If you didn't loathe yourself before you did now.
As you stood there, eyes on the floor, shoulders drooping, your figure curved inwards, you couldn't help but wonder how pathetic you looked. You were sure Google thought so too. I mean what was that? Those incomprehensible string of words, those tears..

But that was not what Google thought. And somehow he understood every single word.

He stood up and neared you, his hands almost reaching you, almost as an instinct. But he stopped like a foot away from you, his hand fell to his sides.

"(Y/n).. dont apologise, please.. you don't make me uncomfortable.. there's.. there's a reason I am avoiding proximity.. everytime you're near me.. I feel this.. sudden surge of emotions.. I don't know what to call it.. but..."

Google went on to explain how this sudden change in his emotional emulation algorithm, weakened the firewall. He explained how this may lead to him being a threat to you. He went on a long rant giving his reasons of acting so harshly earlier. Hoping, desperately hoping that you would forgive him. You were all he had afterall.

You looked at him thoughtfully. What you were about to do was probably a bad idea. But you belived in him.

You wiped your tears and spread your arms, reaching toward him. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to make his move.
To accept the embrace.

He looked at you confused. Were you just going to ignore whatever he said?

You failed to supress a smile at his confusion.
"You can do this, I know you're strong enough to fight back. Come on, I trust you." You completed the sentence while making grabby hands at him.

Yes, he thought this was a bad idea. But just like you did in him, he had trust in you.

And so his body moved without he could even process it. He hesitantly treaded near you. Lifting his arms and placing them around you, so gently, like you were a precious little porcelain toy he might break.
As if you were a bubble that would pop if he didn't handle you with care.

Before he even knew it he was holding you in his arms like he had wished. His head nuzzling on your shoulder, his fingers grasping the fabric of your shirt. All morning he was afraid of getting close to you, now he feared of letting you go.

Even though he felt a disturbance in his system, he managed to override it. He managed to fight it. All because you were here, with him, holding him.

You had involuntarily tensed up, in anticipation of the worst thing but you relaxed as you felt him loosen his grip a little as he started tracing little patterns on your back like you did with him.

"See? I knew you could do it..."
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(A/n) shoutout to @callaiplier
I wrote this in 2 days because they left a nice comment that motivated me!