[ Oh. A song. Some of the tension clears from his expression as he smiles at that, both surprised and touched by the gesture. ]
Save it for later then, yes. [ Not only because there may be good reasons for Dirk suggesting they listen to it somewhere more private, but he also likes the thought of possibly having Dirk's undivided attention (figuratively, at least) for a little while. Maybe it'll even help shut out the unpleasant, nagging doubts and constantly comparing himself to others... which would sure be helpful right now as he wonders how much more time Dirk and Savage probably spend alone together.
Which prompts him to finally just ask: ] Why don't you ever message me? Why do you convince yourself not to? Or were you just saying that. [ And then he's shaking his head, immediately regretting it. No wonder Dirk isn't comfortable around him, he thinks with a frown. ]
I think something... [ He hesitates. ] I feel off. Maybe the blood corruption. Maybe problems related to being an android, since— [ The technology deity who'd normally be aware of his functionality and be able to diagnose and treat issues long before they become bigger problems is gone. Has been for months. There's no telling what's been happening during that time. In lieu of saying that, he sighs, reaching up with his free hand to cover his face, rubbing his eyes. ]
Who knows in this place. But I'm sorry. [ For acting weird. It's offered in a suitably apologetic tone, because he really didn't mean to be dumping his problems and insecurities on the guy. ]
Dinner'd be nice, if you still want to. Do you have any food allergies? [ Luckily it occurs to him to ask when he remembers those can pose serious risks for non-robotic people. He'd really rather not kill his dinner date, regardless of Dirk's ability to come right back. It feels like he has enough odds stacked against him already where Dirk is concerned. He doesn't want to mess this up.
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Save it for later then, yes. [ Not only because there may be good reasons for Dirk suggesting they listen to it somewhere more private, but he also likes the thought of possibly having Dirk's undivided attention (figuratively, at least) for a little while. Maybe it'll even help shut out the unpleasant, nagging doubts and constantly comparing himself to others... which would sure be helpful right now as he wonders how much more time Dirk and Savage probably spend alone together.
Which prompts him to finally just ask: ] Why don't you ever message me? Why do you convince yourself not to? Or were you just saying that. [ And then he's shaking his head, immediately regretting it. No wonder Dirk isn't comfortable around him, he thinks with a frown. ]
I think something... [ He hesitates. ] I feel off. Maybe the blood corruption. Maybe problems related to being an android, since— [ The technology deity who'd normally be aware of his functionality and be able to diagnose and treat issues long before they become bigger problems is gone. Has been for months. There's no telling what's been happening during that time. In lieu of saying that, he sighs, reaching up with his free hand to cover his face, rubbing his eyes. ]
Who knows in this place. But I'm sorry. [ For acting weird. It's offered in a suitably apologetic tone, because he really didn't mean to be dumping his problems and insecurities on the guy. ]
Dinner'd be nice, if you still want to. Do you have any food allergies? [ Luckily it occurs to him to ask when he remembers those can pose serious risks for non-robotic people. He'd really rather not kill his dinner date, regardless of Dirk's ability to come right back. It feels like he has enough odds stacked against him already where Dirk is concerned. He doesn't want to mess this up.
Also... ] And where do you live, anyway?