He nods, and settles down beside her bed. His hands rest on the edge of it, alternately hovering over her and sitting beside her. It's comfortable that way. There's a slight smile on his face.

"I wasn't supposed to meet him when I did," he says. There is a lot of warmth in the words. "I broke in. Into the room they were keeping him in. I don't know why we were kept separate at first... Maybe he wasn't ready. But I wanted to meet him. Badly. So... I broke in."

The smile turns a little sheepish. "I think I frightened him at first. Barging in like that. He... was very shy. Back then. But I saw someone worth living for, even then. Even hooked into the repair bay like he was. I... Released him early. He wasn't supposed to be walking, and almost fell down."

He paused, waiting to see if she wanted him to keep going.