"If you could never be angry with me... the same is true of my feelings," he said, squeezing those fingers again. Constantly clinging, hoping to always stay in contact. His shoulder shifted, brushing the other bot's.
Contact. Finally. It would be all right, now. Little was more reassuring to him than that familiar contact. They could do this. Right? They were together. They were in agreement.
They had to be all right.
"Rewind," he said, firmly. He met the other's optics, and nodded. "Rewind has a partner. He gives good advice."
After all, he'd been right about all this, hadn't he?
He actually smiled, then. A real smile, soft and fragile as ever. He ducked his head, though there was nothing sorrowful or ashamed in the gesture. The tension and anxiety were rapidly fading, the longer he sat here, speaking with the other bot. The reason he existed...
"I believe you," he said. "I'll speak with you, too. I promise you." Another squeeze of his fingers. "Thank you. For listening to me. For trusting me."
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Contact. Finally. It would be all right, now. Little was more reassuring to him than that familiar contact. They could do this. Right? They were together. They were in agreement.
They had to be all right.
"Rewind," he said, firmly. He met the other's optics, and nodded. "Rewind has a partner. He gives good advice."
After all, he'd been right about all this, hadn't he?
He actually smiled, then. A real smile, soft and fragile as ever. He ducked his head, though there was nothing sorrowful or ashamed in the gesture. The tension and anxiety were rapidly fading, the longer he sat here, speaking with the other bot. The reason he existed...
"I believe you," he said. "I'll speak with you, too. I promise you." Another squeeze of his fingers. "Thank you. For listening to me. For trusting me."