It's a sight he'll never forget. They may not be connected fully by a mutual network at the moment but 9S doesn't have to be synced to her to realize she's truly...hurting. Unstable. That's really the only word he has for it as she reaches for his hand and waits for him to take the lead.
He doesn't like it.
It's even worse because with every second that passes, he knows this has to be his fault. She's this way because of him. Has she always been this way? Did he just not notice? Or was she just that good at hiding it?
Giving her hand a small squeeze he gently leads her back to the sitting room, gesturing for her to sit down beside him, not daring to let their hands part. Just for good measure he laces their fingers together. Sure, there are gloves in the way, but he'll worry about the barrier later. The cushions of thee sofa sink a bit under their combined weight, but 9S takes no notice of it. Shifting where he sits he glances her way, worry reflected in the lenses of his eyes. There's no hiding how he feels - everything shows, after all.
"I feel like I should be the one apologizing here, not you."
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He doesn't like it.
It's even worse because with every second that passes, he knows this has to be his fault. She's this way because of him. Has she always been this way? Did he just not notice? Or was she just that good at hiding it?
Giving her hand a small squeeze he gently leads her back to the sitting room, gesturing for her to sit down beside him, not daring to let their hands part. Just for good measure he laces their fingers together. Sure, there are gloves in the way, but he'll worry about the barrier later. The cushions of thee sofa sink a bit under their combined weight, but 9S takes no notice of it. Shifting where he sits he glances her way, worry reflected in the lenses of his eyes. There's no hiding how he feels - everything shows, after all.
"I feel like I should be the one apologizing here, not you."