"Belatedly... no, the sound of your components do not bother me. It means you are here, not hurt. And now that I know what it sounds like, I will be able to possibly pick up if something feels wrong for you in the future. It is.. not unlike the rhythmic hums of my ship. Well. Space ship. The Morpho is just a civilian ship that I have repurposed over time...."
A beat, as he considers, eventually lifting his hand and bringing it close. There's the faint creak of something not quite like leather, not quite like latex, and then-- scar-roughed fingertips slide near Connor's non-LED temple, and then up into his hair. Each touch is slow, methodical, not unlike the slow exploration within something far more intimate.
Despite his voice's evenness, there's a hesitance with every word.
"As a note, I am incapable of most tactile feedback with my hands, due to extensive nerve damage. If I hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me so that I can be gentler. I want to be gentle.
"As for.. the other questions you have asked.... I am not yet tired. As for coping, I mostly did not. I simply... existed, from one day to another. Trying to find some warmth as I drifted from planet to planet, and eventually, from one galaxy to the next. I would find small pleasures in keeping my garden, beekeeping, and watching the butterflies in my hand-made environment. The morpho didius butterfly is my favorite."
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A beat, as he considers, eventually lifting his hand and bringing it close. There's the faint creak of something not quite like leather, not quite like latex, and then-- scar-roughed fingertips slide near Connor's non-LED temple, and then up into his hair. Each touch is slow, methodical, not unlike the slow exploration within something far more intimate.
Despite his voice's evenness, there's a hesitance with every word.
"As a note, I am incapable of most tactile feedback with my hands, due to extensive nerve damage. If I hurt you, or make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me so that I can be gentler. I want to be gentle.
"As for.. the other questions you have asked.... I am not yet tired. As for coping, I mostly did not. I simply... existed, from one day to another. Trying to find some warmth as I drifted from planet to planet, and eventually, from one galaxy to the next. I would find small pleasures in keeping my garden, beekeeping, and watching the butterflies in my hand-made environment. The morpho didius butterfly is my favorite."