[ 2B doesn't grace that first part with a response, mostly because she agrees with him. Scanners aren't built to be inaccurate, and 9S is the most bleeding edge of his line. His cockiness is still in place and it makes her circuits tighten, a rogue bit of affection soaring somewhere within the artificial chambers of her heart.
At his uneasiness, 2B quirks a brow. When he steps back, she takes a step forward in spite of herself, wondering if Command had programmed him to feel suddenly uneasy around her. Now that he mentions it, he does have a smudge of machine oil on his cheek, and as such she reaches out to him, her palm smoothing against his face as it has so many times before.
As 2B's thumb wipes away the oil, the familiarity of the gesture strikes her hard, deep in her gut circuitry. Her hand stills and drops to her side, a deep, hollow feeling beginning to well at the back of her throat. ]
... Not anymore.
[ This cannot continue.
2B steps past him, struggling to maintain her composure even as her expression crumples behind her visor. ]
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At his uneasiness, 2B quirks a brow. When he steps back, she takes a step forward in spite of herself, wondering if Command had programmed him to feel suddenly uneasy around her. Now that he mentions it, he does have a smudge of machine oil on his cheek, and as such she reaches out to him, her palm smoothing against his face as it has so many times before.
As 2B's thumb wipes away the oil, the familiarity of the gesture strikes her hard, deep in her gut circuitry. Her hand stills and drops to her side, a deep, hollow feeling beginning to well at the back of her throat. ]
... Not anymore.
[ This cannot continue.
2B steps past him, struggling to maintain her composure even as her expression crumples behind her visor. ]
We need to get back.