[ Deciding to take pity on him, K leans up to very carefully help fix his ridiculous hair. Or will attempt to, assuming Tech Boy doesn't move away or push him off. Despite working at the local barber shop, he's never involved in the actual styling process, so admittedly doesn't know much about achieving the sort of aesthetics that the god prefers.

Having the question turned on him is only surprising because he's already answered it several times, in varying degrees of detail, on the public network. But he doesn't seem bothered about being asked. ]

No. My handler has never been sentimental.

[ Aside from when she invites herself into his apartment, helps herself to his booze, and then subtly propositions him in a way that allows him a choice, when she could have simply ordered him and been well within her rights. He'd woken up in Deerington not long after that particular encounter and he still hasn't really taken the time to process it. Probably for the best... ]

I've heard of a few special exceptions, but overall we're rarely given names now. Allows us too much of a sense of identity, I suppose. That can be dangerous. [ He sounds thoughtful. They're both in similar positions, just for different reasons. ]

Can't talk to ideas or concepts. Can't touch them or mess up their hair or give them gifts. So I'd say you're more than that.

[ Tech Boy's lack of a proper name seems stranger to him than his own lack of one. ]