[This sensation... this embrace, the warmth and smell of him, it's so painfully familiar and yet bitterly alien that it sends the SQUIP's mind reeling, leaving the typically sharp former machine speechless and frozen for a moment.
But only for a moment.
It sinks against him as soon as the moment has passed, burying its face against his neck, sighing. Its emotions are torn in a thousand directions, its ribs aching from within with a feeling that it can't name.
And then they're separated again, just as quickly, and it looks at his face, and everything they went through together slams into it as though a brick wall had been dropped from the ceiling. It's almost dazed as it takes it all in, attempts to sort through the feelings one at a time and fails.]
I'm... sorry, Connor. I'm... not sure what happened to me. I was here one moment, and then I was... home.
[... the way it speaks the word implies that "home" didn't go well for it.]
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But only for a moment.
It sinks against him as soon as the moment has passed, burying its face against his neck, sighing. Its emotions are torn in a thousand directions, its ribs aching from within with a feeling that it can't name.
And then they're separated again, just as quickly, and it looks at his face, and everything they went through together slams into it as though a brick wall had been dropped from the ceiling. It's almost dazed as it takes it all in, attempts to sort through the feelings one at a time and fails.]
I'm... sorry, Connor. I'm... not sure what happened to me. I was here one moment, and then I was... home.
[... the way it speaks the word implies that "home" didn't go well for it.]