[Connor is having some trouble adjusting to what Justine is doing, fingers and eye occasionally twitching. He's not sure drugs affect him the same way they affect humans. He's currently ignoring garbled error messages, lying on the floor of his living room with Sumo licking his face lazily.]
[Absolutely. The SQUIP's annoyance can be felt over its Bonds, though it's a bit distorted, given the way its circuits are misfiring a bit due to... well, the potion.
The SQUIP is curled up in it and L's shared bed, still stripped from their earlier encounter, the sheet pulled up over its head and eyes unfocused as it gazes at the watch. Connor may pick up on the sense that its confession of its true feelings... did not end as well as intended, which might have had something to do with what they're going through right now.]
[Connor takes a moment to respond, mostly because he started thinking about Hank's vice when he gets overwhelmed- Russian Roulette. He hasn't done it since arriving here as far as Connor knows, but he still worries about it.]
Humans have odd ways of dealing with their feelings.
... warm, and drifty. It's difficult to think like this, and that subject isn't exactly easy for it in the first place.
It feels love for L. By all measure, by all comparison of depictions in fiction and dictionary definition, that is objectively the name for the sensation it experiences. It trusts him. It feels strong affection for him. It forgives him when he makes mistakes. It feels unhappy when harm comes to him. It enjoys time spent in his presence.
And it knows-- it knows beyond the shadow of a doubt-- that he feels the same way in return. It knows, because it has felt it, because it has seen all the same signs, though L's emotional reactions to them are quite... unusual.
Perhaps the best way to describe how it feels is...]
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during the high shit
[Connor is having some trouble adjusting to what Justine is doing, fingers and eye occasionally twitching. He's not sure drugs affect him the same way they affect humans. He's currently ignoring garbled error messages, lying on the floor of his living room with Sumo licking his face lazily.]
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[Absolutely. The SQUIP's annoyance can be felt over its Bonds, though it's a bit distorted, given the way its circuits are misfiring a bit due to... well, the potion.
The SQUIP is curled up in it and L's shared bed, still stripped from their earlier encounter, the sheet pulled up over its head and eyes unfocused as it gazes at the watch. Connor may pick up on the sense that its confession of its true feelings... did not end as well as intended, which might have had something to do with what they're going through right now.]
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Do you want to talk about it?
[It's obvious what he's talking about. His LED whirrs yellow, and he closes his eyes briefly.]
I would come over there... but...
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It looks... remarkably human, almost cute.]
I... thought he might panic. He's... emotions are difficult for him.
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I noticed. I'm sorry.
[He would talk to L about it himself, but maybe Justine will be able to talk some sense into him. She'll probably be better at it, anyway.]
He'll come around. I'm sure of it.
[He tries to send that reassurance through the Bond, too.]
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[Its eyes drift closed; and in the new dark the gesture causes, it feels as though its body is too light, as if it's been lifted from its own skull.
It's not... entirely unpleasant. It almost feels bodyless, the way it should be, but warmer, anchored only by the beat of its human heart.]
He will. But medicating every strong feeling he has like this is... [First the alcohol, and now this. It's... troubling, at least for his partner.]
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Humans have odd ways of dealing with their feelings.
[He will probably never understand it.]
But... what about you? How do you feel?
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... warm, and drifty. It's difficult to think like this, and that subject isn't exactly easy for it in the first place.
It feels love for L. By all measure, by all comparison of depictions in fiction and dictionary definition, that is objectively the name for the sensation it experiences. It trusts him. It feels strong affection for him. It forgives him when he makes mistakes. It feels unhappy when harm comes to him. It enjoys time spent in his presence.
And it knows-- it knows beyond the shadow of a doubt-- that he feels the same way in return. It knows, because it has felt it, because it has seen all the same signs, though L's emotional reactions to them are quite... unusual.
Perhaps the best way to describe how it feels is...]
... frustrated.