[ Suddenly finding himself in possession of a lap full of god gets a quiet laugh from K as he winds his arms around Tech Boy, holding him steady so neither of them slip off the piano bench. His desire for a kiss is eagerly met and the intensity of it manages to catch K by surprise, even after all this time, and the countless others they've shared. This one feels singularly special, and for good reason.

That he isn't going to become disposable to Tech Boy wasn't his only takeaway from what was shared. And he isn't in a rush to end the kiss, but he does have more he wants to say. While he's speaking, he continues intermittently pressing light kisses to Tech Boy's face, still holding onto him. ]

I can understand your burden. Not the full extent of what it must be like, feeling the weight of that from all of humanity, but...

One wrong answer, one wrong emotion. That's all it takes. [ The baseline tests. Tech Boy isn't alone in being held to inhumanly high, unforgiving standards. ] If I'm found to be defective by those who own me, that's it for me. I'm sorry you have to carry an even heavier burden.

[ It's a bitter irony that the very humans who enslave K and his kind are also Tech Boy's worshipers as a direct result of it. Would even K's own retirement benefit Tech Boy in a divine capacity? At least it wouldn't be a complete waste then. ]