
I ship it.
You can just feel the subtext.
Look at all that unresolved sexual tension.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t reach. He saw something magical in that large, grey eye that he found hard to explain.
“Victor, I… I need you.”
“I’m trying Victoria”
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m here.”
So they sit together, endlessly gazing at one another in the hope that someday they will be brought closer, until maybe one day their circuits will entwine and they will be free.
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