[It's the footsteps that alert him to the fact he's not alone, a declaration that his efforts were meaningless following shortly after. He turns in her direction when he hears her words, gaze hollow as the light from the pods reflects off his face.
Sure, the pods internally were more likely than not self-cleaning. That didn't mean the exterior was. Not that he's going to bother contesting what she says. He doesn't know her, doesn't want to get into an argument.]
...I know.
[It's simply easier to agree. It doesn't matter whether or not what he's doing needs to be done, it's the gesture at the root of it all that speaks volumes about his current state of mind.
He needs to make himself a part of her existence, even if there's no real place or actual need for him by her side.]
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Sure, the pods internally were more likely than not self-cleaning. That didn't mean the exterior was. Not that he's going to bother contesting what she says. He doesn't know her, doesn't want to get into an argument.]
...I know.
[It's simply easier to agree. It doesn't matter whether or not what he's doing needs to be done, it's the gesture at the root of it all that speaks volumes about his current state of mind.
He needs to make himself a part of her existence, even if there's no real place or actual need for him by her side.]