Suddenly his hand feels heavier, or she feels lighter— or maybe she's just more conscious of the fact that he's there. Tangibly. Earnestly. It'd be easy to dismiss it, say that it's substitution, loneliness, maybe a case of like attracts like, where York is looking for a glimpse of something familiar when he's stranded between life and death and the end of the universe, but an AI? One like Delta, so committed to the facts and figures...
That's harder to pass off as anything but sincere.
And she isn't sure how to hold something so fragile as that. Not without breaking it.
So she huffs out something breathy, something that could be the stuttering start of a laugh that doesn't quite make it. Purses her lips, tilting her head down against the rough span of his knuckles. Unsteady, but not unwanted.]
ur killin me smalls
[Oh.
Oh.
Suddenly his hand feels heavier, or she feels lighter— or maybe she's just more conscious of the fact that he's there. Tangibly. Earnestly. It'd be easy to dismiss it, say that it's substitution, loneliness, maybe a case of like attracts like, where York is looking for a glimpse of something familiar when he's stranded between life and death and the end of the universe, but an AI? One like Delta, so committed to the facts and figures...
That's harder to pass off as anything but sincere.
And she isn't sure how to hold something so fragile as that. Not without breaking it.
So she huffs out something breathy, something that could be the stuttering start of a laugh that doesn't quite make it. Purses her lips, tilting her head down against the rough span of his knuckles. Unsteady, but not unwanted.]
You have horrible taste.