[ Tech Boy's negative emotion at the mention of Media's name drains out of him almost instantly. From where his face is buried, he breathes softly against K's skin. He's actually sorry about his tone in response to the question, but he doesn't want to keep dragging it out if K is willing to change the topic of conversation. He doesn't like the fear he feels when thinking about his last face off with Media. The anger is familiar, but the rest of it.... Tech Boy takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of K and taking great comfort from it.

K's hand on his nape draws a soft contented sound from him. No hard feelings. No soured moment. Tech Boy will just cuddle closer as they move together in a slow dance. This is nice.

At the question, he turns his head a little so he's not speaking directly into K's shirt. ]

Your cooking is better, but purely nutritionally deficient junk food was good. [ a low hmmmm of thought ] Let's see. What else? Disposable fashion. My limo. The prevalence of modern technology. Computer chatter. I miss the noise sometimes. It's so quiet here. In my head. [ He frowns for a second at this confession, but it sparks a different thought in his mind, causing him to pat K with one hand in muted excitement. ] And the raves. One of these days, somehow, I have to show you. It's a sweaty mess, but worth the temporary social interaction.

[ Tech Boy's brain quickly follows a series of thoughts that lands him on: ] Ice cream and apple pie. [ with a nod. That's another food he can name that he'd enjoy seeing his beloved's interpretation of. ]

[ Looking up at K again, he wants to ask the question in return but is wary of the answer. Given K's role in his homeworld's society, it sounds like it has the potential to be a loaded question. He tables it for now, instead watching K's face for a reaction his answers. The slow off-rhythm dance gives him the time to enjoy the closeness and set his mind on the comfort of safety that brings. ]