It's not the same because you're not human. [ That might be a bit blunt, but it's the truth. K's current physical age might be setting off some nurturing urges in the Technical Boy, protection instincts developed from "raising" so many children, but the reality is actually a bit more straight forward. ] The physical aspect doesn't indicate anything about your mental capability, despite the way I've been conditioned to respond to physical characteristics. [ Says the god who just found out his boyfriend has only been operational for 3 years. On the other hand, that's practically ancient with how quickly tech advances these days. ]

You're still "real" in every way that matters. Being human doesn't have anything to do with that. I don't know what it's like being human either, and I'm sure as hell real. I only know what I do about that particular experience because I've learned by watching them. By listening to them. By spending waaaaay too much time with them.

Now I get to learn from you. And to help you make some true memories to maintain stability. [ and hey. He's already learned how to cut an onion without cutting his hand. Among other, more important things. A productive evening.

The faceplant hug makes him shake a little with silent laughter, and he bends a little to hug K around his shoulders. ]