Detroit, Michigan. Year 2038. [Information that Hei didn’t exactly ask for, but he’s being provided with anyway. For the sake of clarification, and for the opportunity to compare and contrast worlds, if the other is willing. America being the one place he hasn’t been is interesting verbiage, implying a lifestyle centered around travel — whether required or willing is another matter entirely. Details tucked away for later, to let them grow into full-fledged questions when the conversation takes a different track. And he’s even provided a name this time, committed to memory with laughable ease.

But the android has gone and lost eye contact, something that has him reassessing both words and demeanor in an attempt to preclude any misstep on his part. He finds nothing, really, other than the subject matter at hand; that or the drink has something to do with it, coupled with the potential of unease of what he is. (Wouldn’t be the first time in this place.)

Mercurial concern buds in his chest as he watches the almost-spill take place. Reminds him too much of Hank, the association impossible to tamp down, though the judgment is… carefully withdrawn for now.]

The situation is more complicated than that. But I appreciate the advice, regardless, and I’ll take it into consideration.

[The main issue being: they’re both too stubborn, in the end.]

You seem to have a jaded opinion about women in general. May I ask you why that is?