That makes sense.
I was going to suggest the couch but.. Alright, follow me. —I need you to change into clean clothes though. And clean yourself up too. —Not that you're dirty. It's just.. a rule that I have.
— You have quite striking features—in a good way. It’s possible that your glasses simply go unnoticed because of your gaze.
[ Gavin winked at him playfully. ]
I do. [ He's cleaning the rectangular framed pair right now, carefully with a microfiber cloth ] My prescription isn't extreme, but wearing them makes the difference. Especially after a long day. —Not something you have to worry about either, hm?
— Libido? How interesting. I could help you with that, if you wanted. — I... don't like the feeling of having no control over my body when I'm in stasis. Especially for such a long time—48 hours.
Nothing is wrong, per se. Or so urgent. Just libido management.
You mean you don't like to suspend your activity over the weekend, right? Any particular reason why?
cheek with his palm, looking at Connor with a look that is almost too pleased, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips. ]
— Yes, honey? What did you want to talk about
— I wanted to.
[ Gavin shrugged—as if there were absolutely nothing unusual about his words. As if he weren’t just a machine meant to be an obedient tool, but a person capable of wanting or not wanting things.
In the kitchen, they sit down at the same table; Gavin props his >
Thanks.. But you didn't have to. I was already set to make it myself.
[ Then his favorite song started playing. And the next. —— Which he's turning off now before heading into the kitchen ]
Alright Gavin. Sit down with me, we need to.. talk.
— Sure. Call our relationship whatever you want. — Yeah, eat it while it's still hot. I'm no high-end restaurant chef, of course, but there's nothing in it that you're allergic to.
— You have surprisingly graceful movements for someone who has "something in their shoe." Don't be shy about your personal Android. Dinner is on the table.
@fleshandwired //At some point, Gavin just decided that he liked the company here better than at the station, and now he’s going to live HERE. Connor, of course, was never asked
— Oh, an android is no help here, unfortunately. Although I can do something if you explain exactly what's wrong. — I... well, I exist. I don't like going into stasis for the weekend.