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The soft way that she was speaking to him, her slow movements, and even the way that she replaced her equipment before going to him made Fort Max’s plating itch, like he were doing something wrong. He was a soldier, and she was speaking to him as if he were freshly online. He couldn’t say that the tone wasn’t comforting, but all the same he felt like a wretch for needing it.
Velocity paused and laughed, and Fort Max raised his optics to understand what had been so funny. He watched her impersonate her professor with the same dumb expression on his face, unsure just what was so wrong with the suggestion. It was, at least in his line of work, better to keep a level head and do what you must based on what knowledge you have, rather than how you might feel. Since he was woken on Delphi Fort Max had acted on his emotions only a handful of times to mixed results, but they seemed to err on the negative side of things.
Velocity was smiling at him. He didn’t return it, but studied her face for as long as she looked at him. She wasn’t like him; she was a doctor where he was a machine of war, and they were quite literally from different worlds. The spark suited her, but he felt nothing but shame when his fear overwhelmed him. “I don’t think you understand…”
Hmm, well...that wasn’t necessarily the reaction she was hoping for. Stupid jokes weren’t for everyone... Perhaps this called for the direct approach- though very, very gently.
“Could you help me to understand? I’m hardly a qualified psychologist,” she admitted freely, “But everything would be in confidence, certified Lotty promise.”
The last thing Velocity wanted to do was push him into something he didn’t want. Help, not hurt, and Rung was always a quick ping away if she needed him.
She offered him another smaller smile, “You don’t have to,” she added softly, “You won’t hurt my feelings.”
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