[The embrace is sudden and unexpected. There's an obvious way that Connor stiffens, unsure what to do with the gesture; knowing that it is, by definition, Arenvald showing worry. Concern mixed with terrible relief, knowing that he's relatively safe now, and no longer at the mercy of those bolts of lightning shooting across the sky.
And for a moment, he wishes that this wasn't so— so difficult, all of it. That this simple hug shouldn’t come with a wide swath of options describing how to proceed, how he should act, if he should reciprocate, if doing so will show that sharp edge of emotion that keeps cutting through the surface of who he’s supposed to be, what he’s supposed to be.
Then it hits him. Strange, how androids aren’t supposed to feel tired. But there’s a weight in his body that he can’t describe, and whether it’s coming from his physical state being put through the wringer, all the mental uncertainties cropping up like weeds, or some coalescence of both, he can’t tell.
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And for a moment, he wishes that this wasn't so— so difficult, all of it. That this simple hug shouldn’t come with a wide swath of options describing how to proceed, how he should act, if he should reciprocate, if doing so will show that sharp edge of emotion that keeps cutting through the surface of who he’s supposed to be, what he’s supposed to be.
Then it hits him. Strange, how androids aren’t supposed to feel tired. But there’s a weight in his body that he can’t describe, and whether it’s coming from his physical state being put through the wringer, all the mental uncertainties cropping up like weeds, or some coalescence of both, he can’t tell.
Connor leans in a little, and manages-]
I didn't mean to scare you.