Tech Boy grows still. So that's what is on K's mind. That's not good. That's not right. No, that's very much the opposite of his intention, but it is a clear explanation for some of the conflict he'd seen on K's face tonight. It's wrong, and it sends a small burst of panic through his mind that he holds so very close to himself. His physical form is completely still as his mind races, trying to find the right way to explain himself. A machine working through a complex, unfamiliar algorithm to its conclusion.
He blinks. He hasn't actually said anything aloud yet to try to comfort K. He sputters a little to get it out as soon as he realizes this new mistake. ]
No.
[ It's all he can think to say at first. Not enough, he knows, so he hastens to not let the pause between words linger. He's practically tripping over his words, speaking quickly. ]
No, that's the opposite. You misunderstand. I don't-- [ He starts. Fails. ] I've never-- [ Again. He takes a deep breath. ]
I didn't "need" one with you. I was blessed with one from you. [ He's frowning now. ] If I'd just wanted to fuck you because you're a pretty face, I would have tried when we were still on that stupid boat. [ Crude, but true. Another deep breath. ] Before I met you, I was alone in a crowded room. Nothing and no one ever tried to connect with me. I didn't want them to. Just some fun and done. They serve a purpose, but they're boring. And slow.
But that night in the sick bay... I'd never met anyone who felt so close to my own essence. I thought you might be another godling at first. Nothing that I hadn't made myself felt like you felt then. Like you still feel now.
[ One of Tech Boy's hands moves to rest gently on the one K is using to play with his hem. ] Like maybe I didn't have to be alone. Get it?
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Tech Boy grows still. So that's what is on K's mind. That's not good. That's not right. No, that's very much the opposite of his intention, but it is a clear explanation for some of the conflict he'd seen on K's face tonight. It's wrong, and it sends a small burst of panic through his mind that he holds so very close to himself. His physical form is completely still as his mind races, trying to find the right way to explain himself. A machine working through a complex, unfamiliar algorithm to its conclusion.
He blinks. He hasn't actually said anything aloud yet to try to comfort K. He sputters a little to get it out as soon as he realizes this new mistake. ]
No.
[ It's all he can think to say at first. Not enough, he knows, so he hastens to not let the pause between words linger. He's practically tripping over his words, speaking quickly. ]
No, that's the opposite. You misunderstand. I don't-- [ He starts. Fails. ] I've never-- [ Again. He takes a deep breath. ]
I didn't "need" one with you. I was blessed with one from you. [ He's frowning now. ] If I'd just wanted to fuck you because you're a pretty face, I would have tried when we were still on that stupid boat. [ Crude, but true. Another deep breath. ] Before I met you, I was alone in a crowded room. Nothing and no one ever tried to connect with me. I didn't want them to. Just some fun and done. They serve a purpose, but they're boring. And slow.
But that night in the sick bay... I'd never met anyone who felt so close to my own essence. I thought you might be another godling at first. Nothing that I hadn't made myself felt like you felt then. Like you still feel now.
[ One of Tech Boy's hands moves to rest gently on the one K is using to play with his hem. ] Like maybe I didn't have to be alone. Get it?