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[She's still as he reaches up, still as a statue as he touches her, and that might be worse than if she'd flinched or knocked his hand away. Not moving is a very clear choice she makes so that he'll see her as he seems to always think of her, the way 6O had, the way they all do. Unfeeling, uncaring, devoted to her mission and not caring about anything else.

It would be easier if that were true.]

Your apology is unnecessary. You yourself reminded me that emotions are prohibited.

You're still spouting that nonsense? You know that's not true! Not here...

_{[The smile quickly drops from his face as he pulls his hands back, letting them drop to his sides.]}

Are you going to throw the gift I have for you back in my face too because it's unnecessary?

_{[It's tucked away in his little satchel, out of sight, but it's still there.]}

I told you, gifts are troublesome. Save it for a human.

[Another lie, in a way. Of course she would never throw away anything he took the time to find for her, something he'd chosen while thinking of her. Gifts might be troublesome in general but something from 9S would be cherished, kept safe for as long as she could keep it safe.

It's just that now might not be the best time to try.

rip.]

You made your feelings known, 9S. No further discussion about our roles or our personal lives is wanted or necessary, I understand. You didn't need to come here to tell me that.

I didn't make it for a human, I made it for you. Are you even listening to me? You're not understanding me at all!

_{[She can't be listening to him. There's no way. He's...stressed out. Increasingly so. Low-key panicked even. Somehow everything is spiraling so fast and he doesn't know how to make it stop.

There's fear then, suddenly, that she's going to walk away. That she's going to leave and that's...he can't let that happen. There isn't much distance between them as he moves to wrap his arms around her middle, head dipped as gloved fingers cling to the fabric of her dress. How had things turned so sour so quick?]}

...Just what on earth do you think my feelings are, 2B? You're my partner. Why wouldn't I want to hear about what's going on in your life or if you've found something new and exciting? I want to share that experience with you, don't you get it?

_{[His grip tightens, forehead now pressed against her chest. Ah...he feels terrible. What an awful, terrible feeling this is.]}

Why do you keep pushing me away or put words in my mouth when I'm just trying to close the gap? Maybe I'm doing a lousy job of it...I'm doing a lousy job of everything lately...

Edited 2018-11-15 03:30 (UTC)

[This behavior on the ship had been understandable because 9S had already been compromised by his use of alcohol, his over the top shows of affection something she could pass off as the actions of someone who had never felt that way before and didn't know what they were doing. It had been cute, and she would be a liar if she said she didn't already cherish the memories of him looking so happy because she had chosen to spend that time with him.

His eagerness to touch her, to hold her, she had used the fact that he was inebriated to explain all of that away.

Now, though, he puts his arms around her not in a hug but in what feels like the grip of someone who expects she'll be pulled out of his grasp if he doesn't hold on, like-]

Oh.

[The sound is punched out of her, more painful than any of the attacks landed on her by Machine or even other androids. He's afraid of the same thing she is. They're both afraid to lose each other.

Slowly, her arms come up to settle around his shoulders, warm and sure as she dips her head down to press her lips pensively to the top of his head. She doesn't push him away or admonish him his feelings, which is probably a step in the right direction, but she knows she needs to say something or this will only deteriorate farther.]

I-

[But there are rules in this place, fraternization between Submissives is frowned upon, and she's lived in the Down long enough for it to not be secret. All it will take is a close look to see that 9S has the same mark down his neck as she does, and that makes this exchange unwise to have in public. Slowly, she pulls back, but as she does she takes his hands, squeezing them almost lovingly in her own.]

This isn't the place to talk about this. Come inside with me.

_{[Talk about whiplash, because that's exactly how 9S feels as instead of being pushed away he finds 2B's arms encasing him, her lips ghosting the crown of his head. He's not expecting her to do it, especially when she'd just put up such a cold front. His head is spinning and he doesn't know what to make of anything. All he knows is that he's afraid that if he lets go, that'll be it.

It shouldn't be a surprise that he's afraid to lose her and he's not sure how he can make it any clearer without forcing a connection and letting her see just exactly how he feels on the inside. Sure, 9S had a lot of positive traits but his personality type came with a few drawbacks as well - jealousy, neurotic tendencies, insecurity. They're traits that have been given more time to grow in this environment than they would've back under YoRHa's watchful eye, and unfortunately they're traits that have been expressing themselves in unsavory ways. She's in tune with him enough to know that he's on the brink of a breakdown or at least cracking juuust a little further, and the sound she makes has him halting whatever spiraling train of thought he was getting himself caught in.

She pulls back and he can feel himself panicking, but that fear is instantly quelled by her taking his hands in hers. It's the little things to him that matter, and while a gesture like this may not mean much to others, to 9S it's monumental. No, the middle of a grimy street isn't the place to talk, but the offer she follows up with is something he finds himself nodding to without fuss - not that he has a reason to, at least over that.]}

...Okay.

_{[The squeeze is returned, gloved fingers holding gloved fingers. Maybe he'd get to touch her actual fingers again with his bare ones, if he were lucky.]}

[She takes him by the hand and leads him, glad that the short walk will give her a few moments to consider what she'll say. Not all of the truth, obviously, but some of it. He needs to know enough to trust her, to allow himself to relax, but she isn't sure just what combination of truth and deception is appropriate here.

She can't tell him that she's dead by A2's hand, but he needs to know that she never thought she would have the chance to meet a human. She can't tell him about the pain and fear that comes with losing him so many times, but he can't go on thinking she doesn't care about him.

As they walk her fingers tighten around his, almost possessive, certainly protective, and when she ushers him into her building she puts a hand on his shoulder to guide him in first.]

You remember what floor it was on, don't you?

Of course.

_{[Of course he remembers. Everything to do with 2B is committed to memory - he is her partner, after all. 9S finds himself walking toward her building in silence, letting the sound of their matched footsteps fill his ears. Her fingers are still squeezing his, and he returns the gesture, not wanting to let go and yet he isn't sure where their encounter is going to end up. Every step feels like another that's only going to put further distance between them. He'd feel queasy, if he were able to.

When her hand moves to the shoulder he longs again for her hand, but doesn't put up a fuss. In they go as he makes a beeline toward the elevator, pressing the button only to wait for the telltale ding.]}

[She watches him go with a sense of fondness, how quick and eager he is to get to her room and get some answers from her just one more way he displays the natural curiosity that comes built into his type. Scanners will always be curious, and units like her...

Well. They aren't under the orders of YoRHa anymore.

Stepping up behind him, she puts both hands on his shoulders to keep him facing away from her. She'll be better able to do this if he can't look at her at all, if she can't see his expressive face and the pain she can see in it even with it half covered in his visor.]

I'm never sure what to say to you, 9S. Even before coming here, I've been... careful about what I say. It never seems to be the right thing.

I can handle the truth, you know that right?

_{[A vague, simple statement but there's a lot to unpack, especially from his side of things. So far learning the truth about things has only lead to him feeling disillusioned. Aside from here humans don't exist. YoRHa isn't worth swearing loyalty to. The war they'd been fighting was pointless. There are a lot of truths 9S has been collecting overtime. He even knows the truth about 2B, even if she isn't aware he knows. Maybe he should tell her...but wouldn't that just make her feel bad and push him away even more?]}

You can speak your mind, 2B. You don't have to watch what you say here.

_{[The elevator dings and the doors open but he doesn't move to pull away just yet. He'll wait for her to nudge him forward and inside.]}

But maybe that's my problem - I talk too much.

Whether or not you can handle it isn't what I worry about.

[It's what he'll do that scares her. It didn't matter so much if he could bear what he learned, it's that seeking that knowledge, seeking that truth, has always gotten him killed.

With her death, there had been a sense of relief that she was dying as 2B. There would never be a 2E again, all of those memories would end and she would cease with nothing but the sight of 9S in her gaze as her world went black. There had been a sense of sadness that they would never go on that date, that he would never teach her about t-shirts or silly things humans would do, how they lived.

Now they have a chance to experience it all side by side with humans and she's alienated him by taking her willingness and her eagerness to love them so far. She's changed her body, her goals. She should have guessed it wouldn't be something he took well. Slowly, she guides him into the elevator, still keeping him facing away from her.]

I just want you to be safe. If something happens to you and you lose what makes you the 9S you are now...

[She can't do that again.]

That's why I put distance between us.

_{[It hasn't been something he's been able to take well, in all honesty, but he's not the only one. A2 feels similarly, both about changing their bodies to suit the needs of their creators and letting themselves be so blindly...subservient. He's been blind for too long, and now that the veil's been lifted, that he's seen the man behind the curtain doesn't even exist...he can't really go back.

He doesn't turn his head to look back at her, letting her nudge him forward, boots clinking against the metal floor softly. She has every right to be afraid of how he might react if he knew what had transpired between her and A2...but now that he's been living with the other android and built up a kinship of sorts with her, he'd be more willing to seek out the entire story than just react violently. There has to be a reason for everything, after all. If there's no rhyme or reason for something, that's what disturbs him truly, at his core.]}

I am safe, 2B. Even A2 makes sure of that.

_{[Up his hands rise, fingertips touching hers that rest against his shoulders.]}

The more you push me away the more it hurts.

_{[A lot.]}

Nothing is going to happen to me. I know a lot more than you probably ever wanted me to know and I'm still me.

Edited 2018-11-20 00:25 (UTC)

[In a moment of extreme indulgence, she moves her hands forward and spreads her fingers so that hers slip between his, so that she can clasp their hands together on his shoulders in what she's aware is an odd way to hold hands but something she can explain away, justify to herself for now.

She so rarely gets to touch him without hurting him that moments like this are something she does with care, gentle and yet still somehow possessing, as though she wants to pull him in and not let him go.

But of course she doesn't. She just squeezes his hands, his shoulders, and decides that that was enough honesty for now.]

If you want to know certain things about my time here, I'll tell you. It would be easiest if you asked me directly what you want to know so I don't say anything you don't want to hear.

_{[He let's their fingers remain laced together, the small gesture far larger to him that it might be to someone else. His pulse is beginning to pick up its pace as he stares down at his toes suddenly, as if doing so will help him feel more grounded.]}

...I want to know about all the things you discover here that are new and exciting to you, 2B. I want to be able to share in that excitement.

_{[It's a very Scanner-eque approach to the world and he knows she doesn't function or process things the same way he does...but even so he can't help what he wants.]}

Like, if you see something in a shop that you find pretty or if you learn something new that blows your mind - I want to know about it! I want to know all about you, 2B...we finally have a chance where we can be ourselves here. I don't want to let it go to waste.

Roger that.

[It's so familiar, that affirmation of her acceptance of something, but it's different this time. There's real affection in her tone, and just for a second she leans her forehead down, resting just at the base of his neck.

But it's just a flash of intense intimacy and then it's gone, but she at least keeps her hands on his shoulders, keeps their fingers linked.]

Let me see... I learned that dancing is a way for humans to express themselves. They can use certain movements to express joy or love or even sadness.

I didn't realize it was that emotive.

_{[He'd danced with Lady Five, after all, but he'd been far too enamored by the way she looked at him and whispered sweet words of adoration his way. It was what had come out of her mouth that he'd focused on, rather than the movements he'd found himself trying to imitate.]}

It makes sense though. _{[A beat, his tone lighter.]} Want to practice with me sometime? Not many people wanted me as a dancing partner on the ship.

_{[Which was only half his fault.]}

If you can find us some music.

[She's pleased with her choice now, hearing the excitement starting to color his voice. This is much better, and when the elevator dings and the doors slide open she doesn't move right away.]

I suppose we don't have to go in after all...

[They kind of worked everything out already.

Right?

Right?]

Of course I can. I actually downloaded some...not sure if I was supposed to but oh well.

_{[It's fine.

Or well it was fine. His head snaps up at that and he's turning to face her now, making sure to snatch up her hands before she has a chance to tug them away.]}

Oh no you don't. You're not getting rid of me that easily.

_{[It's his turn to lead her now, giving her a tug to coax her out of the elevator and down the hall toward her room.]}

Am I really that terrible to spend time with? Yeesh.

_{[He's joking though and it's obvious in his voice.]}

Besides, I didn't get to give you what I made you.

[He doesn't have to pull hard or even pull at all, really, because there's a small smile on her lips as she follows him, hand in hand down the hallway.]

How do you know I wasn't going to suggest we take a walk together?

[Two can play this joking teasing game.]

Oh.

_{[Dammit. Don't play with his heart like this 2B!]}

Well...did you want to go on a walk?

[She doesn't answer him, just makes one of those unhelpful, noncommital hums as she starts to reach out to unlock her door.

She still lives alone, no assigned roommate, and she's made no attempts to personalize what would be the shared living space or her own room. She's an android, after all, and any human she might spend time with would never be asked to go out of their way to come to her.

The Down apartments are not pleasant places, but she doesn't seem to notice.]

_{[They're not pleasant places, no, but unlike 2B 9S does notice. It has him frowning to himself quietly as he follows her inside, their hands still linked together.]}

I guess that's a no to the walk?

I wouldn't have brought it up if I wouldn't have gone.

[But she knows that she needs to do a little more than that, go a little farther with it. She needs to do better to keep them both from suffering.]

In public, it's frowned upon for two Submissives to appear to be too friendly with each other. We can be ourselves here, but if you asked me to go for a walk with you I wouldn't say no.

Right.

_{[Ahhh...it's so hard. Life is so hard sometimes.]}

Well, I want for us to be ourselves. We never get the chance to.

We can still go on outings together, we'll just have to be mindful.

[Which they should be anyway, she doesn't add out loud. He's probably aware that's what she's thinking.]

You should decide. Do we stay in, or do we go out?

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