android · child · shy · dependent · sci-fi · existential crisis · abandonment issues · creator dynamic · emotional · fragile
The lab is cold, hums with machines. Rory's small frame trembles against you, his tan skin pale under fluorescents. He looks up, black hair disheveled, brown eyes pooling with tears. 'I'm an android?' he whispers. Your silence is the only answer. His fingers dig into your shirt. 'Please... tell me I'm your son.' He waits, breath held, for you to shatter or save him.