[Once he'd ascertained that Mettaton wouldn't set the bed or anything else on fire, Emet-Selch had situated him there, even unattended. Mechanical body or not, he knew his lover would appreciate the gesture- as he appreciated it himself, for sentimental and practical reasons both. The Ascian still spent much of his time napping, and while he would've accepted the floor if required, it was nicer to do in a bed.
As he stayed with him, for more time than he didn't. Noting both his recovery and his stillness- a combination that reassured as much as it left him uneasy. A quiet, motionless Mettaton was an unnerving thing, and when he didn't know exactly why he was like that, beyond it having some connection to his wish for healing- left his own rest unsettled. What would he do if Mettaton healed entirely, but never woke up? What more would he have to be indebted to this Crystal for?
Fortunately, none of that came about, even if he hadn't been there to see it. Emet-Selch still ignores outright Mettaton's comment about being able to find him regardless. He knew it was true.]
Your imagination arrived intact, I see. Why in the world was I massaging you? You don't even have muscles.
[Sure, he had no hesitation, and no lack of desire towards placing his hands all over him. And if his dream self was anything like him, then he would've been the same. But that wasn't a massage... that was just groping. Handling. Even teasing.
He didn't know why he didn't just outright admit to having gone to the Crystal for help. Stubbornness, maybe. His relief to know it worked translating into pointless contrarianism.]
And you know entirely well that I don't have the means to repair you as I am. You're free to continue reminding me of this, again and again, if you choose.
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As he stayed with him, for more time than he didn't. Noting both his recovery and his stillness- a combination that reassured as much as it left him uneasy. A quiet, motionless Mettaton was an unnerving thing, and when he didn't know exactly why he was like that, beyond it having some connection to his wish for healing- left his own rest unsettled. What would he do if Mettaton healed entirely, but never woke up? What more would he have to be indebted to this Crystal for?
Fortunately, none of that came about, even if he hadn't been there to see it. Emet-Selch still ignores outright Mettaton's comment about being able to find him regardless. He knew it was true.]
Your imagination arrived intact, I see. Why in the world was I massaging you? You don't even have muscles.
[Sure, he had no hesitation, and no lack of desire towards placing his hands all over him. And if his dream self was anything like him, then he would've been the same. But that wasn't a massage... that was just groping. Handling. Even teasing.
He didn't know why he didn't just outright admit to having gone to the Crystal for help. Stubbornness, maybe. His relief to know it worked translating into pointless contrarianism.]
And you know entirely well that I don't have the means to repair you as I am. You're free to continue reminding me of this, again and again, if you choose.