It's another hard question to answer just now, and he glances at the clock on the wall to answer it. Normally he could answer down to the millisecond, although his informal algorithms make sure that he doesn't outside of diagnostic mode or a direct order; most people don't talk that way and aren't comfortable around people who do. Either way, it takes him a moment to place the passage of time.
"Last night," he finally decides. He'd slept for most of that time so he doesn't remember all of it, but he thinks he remembers looking at the clock when Orla helped him out of the bathroom. "I answered your texts as soon as I could."
He's seen her fight now, seen the part of herself she's afraid is still the core of who she is; he wonders how she can think that's all there is to her when her touch is as gentle as her fingers on his skin now.
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Date: 2022-08-06 04:21 am (UTC)"Last night," he finally decides. He'd slept for most of that time so he doesn't remember all of it, but he thinks he remembers looking at the clock when Orla helped him out of the bathroom. "I answered your texts as soon as I could."
He's seen her fight now, seen the part of herself she's afraid is still the core of who she is; he wonders how she can think that's all there is to her when her touch is as gentle as her fingers on his skin now.