[most humans he interacts with are not what he would describe as 'content', but by the look of Willa's face he believes her. he thinks if that is also what he's feeling. he isn't sure if he's relaxed enough for that, or if he's capable of relaxing that much. his mind is always working, always on.
clothing shifts and the couch hardly makes a sound when she moves from her spot. he's left staring at her, maybe for a little too long, but that's only in his head. from her eyes to her hands to her eyes again, he (hesitatingly) takes her hands in his and stands up to follow her lead. humans usually hold hands when they care for someone. the Traci's he'd met held hands because they loved each other. his LED cycles yellow as he processes this development.]
Is there a reason you need to hold my hands to show me?
[for some reason, the second that question leaves his mouth he regrets asking at all and he doesn't know why. is this what she'd meant by feeling an emotion, not understanding it?
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clothing shifts and the couch hardly makes a sound when she moves from her spot. he's left staring at her, maybe for a little too long, but that's only in his head. from her eyes to her hands to her eyes again, he (hesitatingly) takes her hands in his and stands up to follow her lead. humans usually hold hands when they care for someone. the Traci's he'd met held hands because they loved each other. his LED cycles yellow as he processes this development.]
Is there a reason you need to hold my hands to show me?
[for some reason, the second that question leaves his mouth he regrets asking at all and he doesn't know why. is this what she'd meant by feeling an emotion, not understanding it?
part of him just wants to know.]