Rebuildanon here, banged out another piece.
>”Good morning sir!” Mary said looking up from her cooking. I was still on my knees, bleary-eyed, continually muttering. I had done it, I brought her back, but I just woke up, I can’t still be asleep and dreaming, right? So I slapped myself, multiple times, to try and convince myself I’m not dreaming. Mary looked perplexed.
>”Sir, is there anything wrong?” She asked, before turning the stove down and walking over.
>”It’s, it’s not a dream.” I said looking at her, she had knelt down slightly to be at my level.
>”No, sir, it isn’t, you can stop hurting yourself.” She said before giving me a hug.
>That was a moment I wanted to last, but as is the thing with nandroids, they always want to end a hug after ten seconds, and sure enough, Mary began to gently push away when that time limit was up. “I need to finish your breakfast.”
>”Right.” I said, before letting go. I got up, went to the dining table and sat, watching her return to her work. She was making the best of what I had around the house, which wasn’t much at all just some oatmeal and toast. When finished, she plated up the meal and presented it to me, with a smile, I began eating. If nostalgia had a flavor, this was it, I felt like I was twelve again. “Sorry I don’t have much for you to work with, I really need to do some grocery shopping.”
>”Yes, yes we do, among other things.” She said. “You’ve done so much for me, sir, now it’s time to let me, help you.”
>”I do feel like a vacation, right now.” I said. “I can’t even remember the last time I took time off. I feel like I can finally rest, now, yeah.”
>”Taking some time off would be best. It will give you time to rest, relax and recharge. It will also give us time to talk, I’ve noticed things that appeared troublesome, and I worry.” She said.
>”You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t” I said, prompting a smile on her kintsugi’ed face.