Arc's eyes closed as Madison's lips pressed themselves to his cheek. He could live a thousand years and never get tired of that feeling. It stirred up his stomach in ways he'd never before felt, and it made him very happy. It also made him nervous, excited, and terrified all at the same time. "Goodnight, Madison. Sleep well." He could barely speak when she moved away, but he managed to get a 'goodnight' in without his voice trembling, so he decided to count that as a win and move back to his workstation. Still, his thoughts remained on her, and he often leaned to the side to peek in on her, just to make sure she was doing okay. She'd been through so much before they'd even met, and even over the last 36 hours. How she remained so positive all the time was a mystery to him. Still, her entire history had not been revealed to him. The longer they stayed together, however, the more he wanted to learn about her. What she was like before the Fall, what her family was like, what they did after, and what happened at East Side. He hoped her sister had a grave that he could, one day, go and visit, and put flowers and lanterns on it like he had for his grandmother as a child.<br/><br/>He thoguht about those things while he tended to the more menial parts of his 'work'. But the more complex processes required more concentration, so, after one more look at Madison's sleeping form, he forced himself to focus on his hands. It was delicate work, taking apart plasma coils and repairing them. It was a constant chore just to keep his home operational, but there were occasionally times when he could work on side projects. At that moment, he was working on repairing an old military-issue plasma rifle. Armor wasn't an issue when your weapon could rip right through it. When he finished that project, which still needed some time to be fully operational, Arc prepped what he called the "Dawn-tronics", which involved opening the solar panels and prepared the larger batteries. He locked up, then went and found his pills so he could sleep.<br/><br/>Arc sighed as he poured out a pill and left it in his palm. At that moment, he wanted to take two, given how fatigued he was. But he had to be careful with his supply. Eventually he would run out, and without a chemist to produce more, he would have to suffer through the nights in sweaty, restless naps. Arc shrugged and popped the single pill into his mouth and took a swallow of water to wash it down. That dose would put out a normal person for days, but his resistance had been building up for years, not to mention his increased metabolism. He could only hope that it would be enough.<br/><br/>Absolutely exhausted, he stretched out, then laid his head on the bench. He kept his eye on the girl until they finally closed. Thankfully for him, his body was simply too deprived of energy to keep him awake. He settled quickly into a shallow sleep.