i just want gordon to be covered in like. grime or something from all the action the science team has been doing during black mesa and benreys like "damn you need some help bro?" and gordon agrees because he cant get all that shit off by himself. and benrey slowly cleans it with a cloth, fingers dancing over the metal all over his body like gordon could somehow feel him trace his fingers through the plating. going through rag after rag getting every speck of dirt off and getting way into gordons personal space making sure everything looks perfect and clean
MORE SPECIFIC: before gunhand, when benreys still on OK terms with gordon.
“you uhhh… you’re lookin’ kinda fucked up.”
Gordon keeps walking.
“all nasty. greasy. grimy. fucked up. lookin’ like some shit the cat dragged in—”
“Okay, Benrey,” Gordon says loudly, turning to face him, “I get it. Are you good? You done?”
“like uhhh shit,” continues Benrey, a little meeker now.