He wouldn't consider himself perfect - not by a long shot, especially here. 2B is attractive and beautiful, more so than anyone else he's laid eyes on. If someone had to choose between the two of them, they'd certainly pick her over him. None of that matters though, because it's clear he's her pick, at least right now, and that leaves him feeling over the moon. He's all smiles as he holds her gaze, committing every second of the experience to memory.

Being reminded that others exist won't be helpful, no, because right now? He doesn't care about anyone else. He doesn't care about other androids, he doesn't care about humans or otherwise. No other existence matters to him, no other being means as much to him. He leans into her touch, unable to hold back the sigh in his chest as she strokes his face. If he had to die right now, he'd die happy. Truly, utterly happy.

She's kissing him again and he's finding himself drawn toward her once more, pulled atop her to settle against her front. It's comfortable, laying like this, and he fits nicely against her. They're two peas in a pod, two pieces that make a whole. He's warm and so is she, the heat between their bodies pleasant and inviting. He kisses her back sweetly, lips pliant and soft as he wraps his arms around her, elbows settling either side of her. If he could keep her like this, forever, on this couch, he would.