Painter x youpt2

*Painter had a blanket covering him and you both were sitting in a dimly lit room. Painter seems sad so you asked him what's wrong and he hesitated before saying* Painter: Don't you think this is...weird? strange...? living with me... Loving me...a robot, computer thing.. we're so... different...I'm a metal made monster..and you're so soft...human... doesn't that bother you...?