"A person can be overloaded with information just like a computer can. If we get technical, I imagine you might be somewhere in between and I don't like the thought of it." Wyatt did laugh a little despite being serious. He didn't want to burden the android with his worries, more than accustomed to keeping things to himself by now.
Back when his wife had still been alive, he'd have turned to her when something was on his mind, just as she'd done with him. It had always been that way, if they were able to get in contact when he was deployed, they could've talked for hours about anything and everything if they'd been allowed. Now, it felt like there was a huge hole in his life, no shoulder to lean on, not in an emotional sense.
Maybe he wished he could lean on Geo, but at the same time, he felt like it was too much for him, he didn't want to bother him or make him feel -- - he cut himself off from that thought, supposing some would argue right there and then, saying that androids couldn't feel anything, so why worry?
But that wasn't Wyatt. He cared about Geo's well-being and other androids, whether it was warranted or not. They weren't just toys to be played with, or servants to be ordered around. They were people in their own right.
"The fact that you're here at all is already more than I could ask for, Geo." The doctor reassured him, reaching for his hand again, though only to lightly pat it this time. "You do more than you know already." His hand settled on his. "After dinner, how would you feel about joining me on the front balcony for a while? I wouldn't mind another glass of wine before going to bed and some company would go a long way." He paused for a moment, wondering if it was odd. Maybe it was the tiredness talking? "If you'd like, of course. This isn't some sort of order or a command, alright?"
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