[ This is certainly preferable to their prior conversation. Maybe this one will go better if he just keeps his mouth shut for a while.
He could also get used to being looked at like that, and he's especially fond of the physical contact. And being what he is, even if his full focus isn't on what he's being told (Tech Boy's physical presence is more distracting than anticipated), he doesn't actually miss a word of it. Which is very convenient at the moment, since what's being relayed to him is clearly important.
His eyes flicker between Tech Boy's hand and his face, and he puzzles over the mood whiplash of the last while. As he thinks to reach to take the god's hand in his, the echo of a familiar refrain in his mind — Do they teach you how to feel, finger to finger? — stops him short, and he curls his fingers into a fist that he rests on his thigh instead. The unconscious straightening of his posture follows. ]
I'm not asking you to change for me. [ He carefully points out. ] If you're more comfortable with text and video— [ Tilting his head in a gesture of acceptance. Lonely as it might become for him, at least he's already accustomed to companionship that lacks any physical elements. It's all he'd known, before Deerington. ]
And I was working on it. Doubt I can get drunk, though. [ Android metabolism. But who knows? Without waiting to be asked, he gets up to locate one of the several open bottles from the kitchen counter, his unfinished glass along with a clean one, and pours a drink for Tech Boy as he's walking back, offering it. ]
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He could also get used to being looked at like that, and he's especially fond of the physical contact. And being what he is, even if his full focus isn't on what he's being told (Tech Boy's physical presence is more distracting than anticipated), he doesn't actually miss a word of it. Which is very convenient at the moment, since what's being relayed to him is clearly important.
His eyes flicker between Tech Boy's hand and his face, and he puzzles over the mood whiplash of the last while. As he thinks to reach to take the god's hand in his, the echo of a familiar refrain in his mind — Do they teach you how to feel, finger to finger? — stops him short, and he curls his fingers into a fist that he rests on his thigh instead. The unconscious straightening of his posture follows. ]
I'm not asking you to change for me. [ He carefully points out. ] If you're more comfortable with text and video— [ Tilting his head in a gesture of acceptance. Lonely as it might become for him, at least he's already accustomed to companionship that lacks any physical elements. It's all he'd known, before Deerington. ]
And I was working on it. Doubt I can get drunk, though. [ Android metabolism. But who knows? Without waiting to be asked, he gets up to locate one of the several open bottles from the kitchen counter, his unfinished glass along with a clean one, and pours a drink for Tech Boy as he's walking back, offering it. ]