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[Connor hesitates before stepping closer, touching his hand to the SQUIP’s. The Bond responds to the touch, strengthening where it had become weaker through lack of contact.]

It’s true that you’re human now, but I think we still share something special despite that. We still understand each other. What happened to you hasn’t changed how I feel. Has it changed how you feel about me?

[He knows what he wants the answer to be, but he’s still afraid he might hear otherwise.]

Do you want to break our Bond because of it?

[The slightest intake of breath, a shift of its fingers beneath Connor's; his touch is achingly familiar, despite how alien everything still is to it now, and it speaks immediately, quickly, impulse and truth overlapping to force the response from its lips before it can even pass through its brain.]

No.

[It finally meets his eyes, and its gaze is... different now. There is a degree of sharpness, of distance that has been eliminated entirely; though its eyes are still sharp and dark, there's a very human softness there now, an earnestness that was never present before. It's a gaze that very few others have seen.]

Connor... I regret treating you the way I have. It was... short-sighted, and impulsive. As a SQUIP, I wasn't programmed to handle interpersonal relationships of my own, or to even want them; so, when I started feeling these... things, things that I was never made to feel, my only choice was to use the same algorithms I did for everything to determine what I should do. I began to treat you the way I was programmed to handle a particularly difficult or delicate user, rather than as an equal, or... even as someone...

[It slips its hand out from beneath his, and then sets it on top of it, pressing Connor's hand against its chest, beneath its warm fingers. Its heart beats quick and hard against his fingertips, nerves and excitement and fear and joy all at once.]

... that I came to love.

[With his hand pressed to its chest he moves closer, his free hand coming around to hold it close. He realises how much he missed it immediately, the comforting warmth and scent making him close his eyes and lean into the embrace more.]

I just want your word that it will never happen again.

[He would know if the SQUIP lied, but he doesn’t think it will. He monitors that heartbeat anyway, just incase.]

That’s all I ask.

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