[ The little nose bump gets another smile. Yes, he may have noticed Tech Boy's tendency to be contrary and short-tempered and sometimes indelicate with things that can easily wound his android partner. It hasn't always been easy to navigate, with K's own tendency to want to keep those wounds to himself and feeling like a burden when he doesn't (though he's getting better about that, as demonstrated by this very conversation). But: ]

That's who you are. You don't have to change yourself for me, or force yourself to like something that you really don't.

[ Jazz music isn't the only thing on his mind, his smile fading by degrees as he continues dwelling on Tech Boy's earlier confession. But probably not. Tech was the hook. Something about it still bothers him, in a way he just doesn't know how to put into words, but he does take comfort in knowing he's loved for who he is. The same sentiment that he's trying to express to Tech Boy. ]

You don't have to pretend with me. Or— for me.