[lips on skin. still a feeling that she's working on recovering, but there's warmth where it touches her that radiates through her and it feels like a wonder she ever let herself ignore this. it doesn't matter if, one day, they'll be separated. the harsh reality of the future does nothing to stop the celebratory bliss of the now. or something poetic like that.]

I understand why you didn't. An android you've never met comes out of nowhere and says your name to you, then starts talking about how she's got some of your memories inside her? [she almost laughs, and her diaphragm sinks with the air she puffs out.] I'm surprised you trusted me at all. But I guess maybe you needed to punch me in the gut to get here.

[her hand comes down to reach for the hand that had punched her; she kisses kainé's knuckles and, of the things she's done with her mouth this evening, this somehow makes her the happiest.]

Don't know if it's the best pillow talk, but you should tell me more about that asshole that lived in your head one of these days.