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[Connor comes close, leaning in to kiss it without warning. The SQUIP might feel the transfer of magic between them, before Connor pulls away with a smile and hands it a pair of goggles. They're the ones that Hank gave him, but he figures they'll help the SQUIP see here.]

Wear these, and I'll guide you.

[... well, it certainly doesn't mind the sudden kiss, if the way it leans into it is any indication; though it's definitely aware of the transfer of magic taking place, it trusts that Connor knows what he's doing, to an extent.

Once he pulls away, it's handed a pair of goggles... not its usual preferred look, but it puts aside its pride for a moment, shaking its head before it puts the goggles on.

It makes a bit of a face at him once they're on, but then smirks.]

Lead the way.

[Connor takes the SQUIP’s hand and dives beneath the water with only a brief chuckle at how ridiculous it looks wearing those. They skim the sea bed, the surface of the water getting further away as they go, before the ground sharply curves downwards. Connor follows it, easily tugging the SQUIP down into the darkening water. It’s not too deep that it’s hard to see, at least. The moonlight from above keeps things lit sufficiently.

Stopping suddenly, Connor turns to smile at the SQUIP.]

I come here alone a lot. I’ve never brought anyone with me before.

[But he wants to share this place with it.]

[The SQUIP casts its gaze around; it's dark, but not impossibly dark, and the goggles do a fairly good job of helping to keep its vision clear.

It curls its fingers in his, smiling as it glances over the gorgeous shapes the moonlight paint through the waves, casting pale, blue light over Connor's shining scales.]

No one? [Not even Justine? It wonders that quietly, but doesn't voice it.]

No one.

[Not even Justine.]

Do you like it?

[His eyes glow in the dark, fixed on the SQUIP unblinkingly, his long fingers tightening around its hand.]

Yes.

[It doesn't even matter what the place looks like. The fact that the SQUIP is Connor's priority-- that it's being given something that no one, not even Justine, has been given...

... its smile is real. Likely the most real smile anyone has seen from it yet.]

[Connor moves closer, embracing the SQUIP because that smile went straight to his artificial heart, then pulls away and apparently starts to scour the sea bed for something. It doesn’t take long before he picks up a large pearly shell, smooth on one side and rough on the other, and he swims to the SQUIP and holds it out. A present.]

Would you like it?

[His strange, glowing eyes still hold that earnestness in them as he waits to see what it thinks of his gift.]

[...

It's all at once that the SQUIP realizes, it hasn't been given a gift before. It isn't some earth-shattering revelation, its heart does not grow three sizes, but... something warm does swell within its ribs, a sensation that it's growing increasingly familiar with as of late.

A gift is, after all, a symbol. Gifts show affection, thinking of someone when they aren't around; a willingness to share something pleasant with another. A gift is commonly used to communicate many things-- admittedly, not all positive, but this one, it knows, is.

Though the object itself, in this case, serves no practical function and aids the SQUIP in no way... it's irrelevant. Connor is giving it a gift. Connor took it somewhere very special, very private to him to obtain that gift.

It reaches out and accepts it, long fingers delicately holding the shell; and then it closes the distance between them, leaning in to catch his mouth in a gentle, affectionate kiss.]

[Connor is pleased when the SQUIP accepts the shell with a kiss, and he returns it with a smile before linking fingers with it again and tugging it to the sea bed. There he lays them both down side by side, looking up at the ripples of the water’s surface above. He feels their Bond strong between them, rubbing his thumb over the SQUIP’s knuckles and feeling warmth spread from where their hands meet. It’s an intimate moment, and he doesn’t want it to end.]

I’m glad I met you.

[He feels like it needs to be said. He turns his head to look at the SQUIP with a smile.]

... and I'm glad that I met you.

[It's exceptionally rare for the SQUIP to say something in any way that could even possibly be referred to as "earnest"... but Connor is a unique case. And they're alone here-- truly alone, together, laid on the seabed.

Its thoughts wander over the first encounter they had-- Connor, flushed and affectionate, too-excited from a potion he'd partaken of on Litha. It had recognized his potential at once, a handsome and bright-eyed young man-- and then it had learned his true nature, and its intrigue only increased.

And then he granted it its first true sexual encounter of its own-- not through the body of another, but a body constructed explicitly for it. Though it didn't share the human sentimentality over sex, despite understanding it and the emotions surrounding it, that encounter proved invaluable in a number of ways.

And, that aside... it had lead to many more encounters of its kind with Connor himself. And, on a much less constructive note... those had proven objectively enjoyable. It enjoyed being with Connor, being close to him, being one with him.

It leans in to kiss him, those thoughts spilling over the Bond in gentle, warming waves.]

[Connor pulls the SQUIP close, returning the kiss and basking in the moment. His heart hammers in his chest, a pleasant ache settled there. It's almost overwhelming, to the point that when he breaks the kiss he chuckles quietly, breathlessly, leaning their foreheads together.]

We can come here more, if you'd like.

[It can be their own little getaway from the world. Just them and the silence of the sea. Connor would like that. He traces his fingers gently over the SQUIP's cheek, pressing a few more quick kisses to its lips. It's going to be extremely hard to let it leave when it decides it has things to do.]

Whenever you want to come here, just let me know.

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