[ It's only slightly embarrassing that he's basically useless now. But he can't be mad when he's forced to consider why this happened. 9S grunts as she sits him up, grimacing when his shattered pelvis starts to spark and crackle again. His nose wrinkles as 2B dusts the dirt off his face, still managing a bit of a chuckle. ]

I-It's fine! Just... Figuring out how to explain this. I can't exactly assume admitting being rutted by a combat model will bode well.

[ He tries to shift and make things easier in dressing him, but he's completely incapable of moving his lower half. At the very least, he can put his coat back on. His face colors a touch of red, circuits still incredibly warm. ]

It's... not like I hated it or anything. No need to apologize.