People began to associate you with him and began to give you soft nicknames like, ‘Perturabo’s Teddy or the Teddy Bear.’ And he handled you with the same delicate grace that he handled his models. The thing reminding him that he, no matter his station or power, was human too. So sitting in his lap during his downtime became routine, it became comfortable, and you became his human connection. It wasn’t long after you’d befriended the giant man that you learned just how starved for positive contact he really was. The arm not currently working came up to hold you close to him. You could feel his voice in his chest, and you rested against him carefully. “You’ll have the best view from here,” he said, setting his tiny screw driver down to pick up a pair of tiny tweezers. It was not an invitation you took lightly but Perty was your friend and you loved being near to him. He sat back and patted his lap, a silent invitation for you to climb up. Even sitting, he was several heads taller. Perturabo looked away from his work for the first time in hours to look down at you. “Soon.” He rumbled back, moving his shoulder so you could get a better look at his work. “Will it he done soon?” You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to disturb his focus too much. But his functional models needed some fine tuning, and Perturabo was not one to let his possessions fall into disrepair. It was hard to believe that a man so big could manipulate tools so tiny. (Feel free to hit me up if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, I’ll write more) That being said, I love the idea of being his teddybear. I think a lot of the primarchs suffered from social isolation due to the very nature of their being, and had that not been the case, they would have been a lot happier and mentally healthy. He should have been allowed to be more than he was and a solid human connection really could have helped with that.
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