[Markus can see the creeping haze of medication start to overtake Connor, the same way a quiet fog slinks in. He’s glad for it. The other android needs the rest, needs to put this day behind him through a veil of eventual sleep and recovery.
So he’s not exactly expecting the most coherent reply as the syllables roll off of the other’s tongue. Yet Connor keeps speaking, formulating what it is he wants to do, and Markus finds that’s not quite what he expected to hear.
A dinner. A nice dinner. Does he know what that sounds like? Or is he too high on painkillers to even consider implication or intent or anything more than just two friends celebrating a promised future? Should he ask—]
Yes. I’d like that. [—but the words escape him before they can be pinned down, surprising even him. He pauses briefly, inexplicably, then continues.]
Once you’ve recovered a little, we can go wherever you like.
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So he’s not exactly expecting the most coherent reply as the syllables roll off of the other’s tongue. Yet Connor keeps speaking, formulating what it is he wants to do, and Markus finds that’s not quite what he expected to hear.
A dinner. A nice dinner. Does he know what that sounds like? Or is he too high on painkillers to even consider implication or intent or anything more than just two friends celebrating a promised future? Should he ask—]
Yes. I’d like that. [—but the words escape him before they can be pinned down, surprising even him. He pauses briefly, inexplicably, then continues.]
Once you’ve recovered a little, we can go wherever you like.