[There was no way Mettaton would leave him. But he also respected himself too much to sit in idleness, even though he also knew he would use this space to think, to wonder, to ask himself how he might show Emet-Selch that even this body could be loved, and could bridge their desire for intimacy.

...For all other moments where a distraction was needed, though, he has this.

Emet-Selch flops and grumbles into the pillows. Mettaton didn't expect effusive enthusiasm out of the smaller man, and happily nudges him enough to take up his rightful half of the bed. And even works himself into a cuddle, fluffing the pillow behind himself and slinging an arm around Emet-Selch, inviting him to continue curling into him. (Almost demanding it, but he had the arm flexibility to let Emet-Selch remain posed as he wished.]

So you don't want to be lulled to sleep by my soothing voice... Or maybe, it would only keep you up. [Playfully offered, he still settles back, stretching his legs again in an attempt to quiet his ache.] I'll keep quiet, Hades. But then... you're a skilled sleeper. I trust you'll be every bit as capable of snoozing through anything.

[The bed is where he plans to stay for now. And stay he would, all the way until Emet-Selch next woke.]