[ He doesn't move, feeling rather oddly anchored by the feel of that single gentle repetitive motion. He does lean a little bit more, tension slowly bleeding out of his frame. Until just now, it hadn't been that apparent to him how much stress the concept had put on him or the physical consequences.
And he's still worried, still halfway sure that his existence is all a fluke and that he could not fulfill his programming, but...
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And he's still worried, still halfway sure that his existence is all a fluke and that he could not fulfill his programming, but...
He lets out a slow breath, almost a sigh. ]
...apologieth.