[Markus is ever quick to make a physical connection, always willing to offer it when it’s needed, the indelible trait of a empathetic heart and mind. And Connor is certainly no exception to the rule; Connor is someone that Markus will always be an anchor for, always, even if his own emotions are dancing so wildly with anxious relief and concern that it’s hard to find a grounding point in his own thoughts.
It doesn’t matter. Connor reaches for him and Markus clasps his fingers around that imploring hand, sinking into the mattress next to the other android, while his free arm pulls him closer in tandem with the other’s similar attempts. The empathy bond does its due diligence, and between them crashes the waves of their emotions — Markus, picking up on disorientation, pinpricks of panic, and a fearful want to connect, experiences a sting of guilt at his own hasty words. Connor’s apology heightens it by a degree or two.
So his reply will be a tight embrace, fingers pressing into a shoulder, and words breathed out as a mode of comfort and an attempt to set aside any explanations or apologies for now.]
It’s all right. I was just— I was worried.
[It’s an understatement. ‘Worried’ does not encompass what a leader feels when having lost one of his own; ‘worried’ cannot hope to describe what it was like to realize that Connor was gone — a close friend that has grown into something a little more than that.]
But I’m happy that you’re back, and that you’re safe.
LEFT HIM ALONNNEEEE
It doesn’t matter. Connor reaches for him and Markus clasps his fingers around that imploring hand, sinking into the mattress next to the other android, while his free arm pulls him closer in tandem with the other’s similar attempts. The empathy bond does its due diligence, and between them crashes the waves of their emotions — Markus, picking up on disorientation, pinpricks of panic, and a fearful want to connect, experiences a sting of guilt at his own hasty words. Connor’s apology heightens it by a degree or two.
So his reply will be a tight embrace, fingers pressing into a shoulder, and words breathed out as a mode of comfort and an attempt to set aside any explanations or apologies for now.]
It’s all right. I was just— I was worried.
[It’s an understatement. ‘Worried’ does not encompass what a leader feels when having lost one of his own; ‘worried’ cannot hope to describe what it was like to realize that Connor was gone — a close friend that has grown into something a little more than that.]
But I’m happy that you’re back, and that you’re safe.