when the world was young [ao3]
kevin flynn/tron/clu 2.0, early days of the system, pining & cuddling & sleeping together & circuit sex || 8.2k words
Flynn didn’t seek either of them out, didn’t even warn them in advance of his unscheduled access—it’s not like he doesn’t have ways of doing that, among his many User-powers—he stayed in the Arcade, alone and hidden as if suddenly indifferent to the Grid’s progress.
That instantly trips several of Tron’s processes. It just doesn’t match Flynn’s dataset.
Clu seems equally apprehensive, if the way his shoulders tense is anything to go by. “What is the purpose of this, then?”
Flynn shrugs, moving to sit up on the couch cross-legged. “I need a nap.”
Tron can practically hear Clu’s processors nearly grind themselves to a standstill trying to find the word and its meaning anywhere in his own or the Grid’s databanks and coming up empty; his counterpart doesn’t know what a ‘nap’ is any more than Tron does.(Flynn starts napping on the Grid. His programs are utterly fascinated.)