[ It's probably for the best that having a bad night's sleep isn't a possibility for them, as 2B likely feels that she'd be worse off for now. When he sits beside her, she shifts slightly to give him more room on the tiny bed that they share, her head still pressed against the coolness of the wall as she listens to him. ]

Good. I'll let Pascal know. [ Her voice is low and soft, and she can feel the tension that seems to coil around the both of them. The air is thick with words left unsaid, and 2B allows herself to look to his face, his expression riddled with fatigue and worry. It takes him a while to speak again, but when he does, his words hit her square in the gut.

If she'd been more like her Operator, she likely would have jumped to reassure him. To be effusive in her expressions of affection. If she'd had a more open, bubbly personality, she likely would have tripped over herself to reassure 9S of her love for him.

But she isn't. Her personality is, by default, cool and detached. It's because of this that she slowly, quietly shifts closer to him, gently sloping her neck so that her head rests against the side of his.

When 2B finally speaks, it's low. Quiet. ]

I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. [ She murmurs, looking into the space before them with half-masted eyes. She notes the way his hand covers the place where she'd pushed her blade through, and she wants to take it into his. She doesn't. 2B can't change the fact that she'd done this to him. ] I wouldn't... be here. If I didn't mean it.

[ Her voice is suddenly thick, though she doesn't weep. Instead, she leans against him, tired. ]

Knowing what you know now... Is it alright for me to feel that way about you?