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"What, y’want me to sing? You’ve got to be kidding.”
The girl was staring up at him with imploring eyes; it didn’t make much sense to him, really, why she was wanting to hear him - he knew she was all about singing and whatnot, but to ask him to sing? Well, he hoped she wasn’t looking for a whole lot out of him.
Ever since they’d found this android, abandoned, she’d been lighting up the halls with her voice - he’d admit he’d found himself tuning in, occasionally, whenever she was near medbay; he’d just never known her to ask anyone else to sing. Still, it wasn’t like he had any real reason to turn her down, other than the fact that it was a little embarrassing. Shifting uncertainly from foot to foot, he encouraged her to lay down on the nearby biobed; she’d need to recharge soon, which was what had led to this - she’d expressed an odd sort of…fear at the thought of ‘going to sleep’ alone, much as a child might. Despite her appearance, he got the feeling she really wasn’t all that old - she did a lot of small things, like this, that just screamed child to him, and maybe that was why, when she asked, despite his initial hesitance, he’d already started trying to think of things to sing.
"Alright, you just…relax and gimme a minute to think."
He’d never had to do this before - the one chance he might have had had been robbed of him on a stormy night back in Georgia, and he’d never thought he’d be in the position to be singing to anyone else - but he opted for a lullaby, since the goal here was to get the girl to sleep. So, after a few hesitant moments, he finally settled on one, and sat down in the chair next to the biobed he’d positioned the girl in, and after another moment of fidgeting, he started up quietly, the drawl of his accent drawing the words out slightly, his voice a little deeper, the lyrics rolling off his tongue smoothly.
"Hush little baby, don’t say a word - Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…"
This was stupid - he felt downright silly, singing to an android in the middle of the otherwise silent medbay; but the other patients were asleep, and the girl was staring at him attentively, so it couldn’t be hurting anything, right?
"And if that diamond ring turns brass, Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat. And if that billy goat won’t pull, Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bull. And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover…"
Was he even any good at this? The girl’s lashes had drooped - was that a good sign? He wasn’t sure; androids were occasionally hard to figure out - but he stood, which didn’t seem to ruffle the girl much, and after a moment of hesitation, he started in a little quieter, snagging a spare blanket from nearby; he had no doubt she probably didn’t need it, but, damn it, he wanted to do this.
"And if that dog named Rover won’t bark, Papa’s gonna buy you a horse and cart…" He draped the blanket carefully over her, tucking her gently into the bed. "And if that horse and cart fall down…" Her eyes were completely closed now, and he wasn’t completely sure, but he thought she had…shut down? Was in standby? Gone to sleep?
"…you’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town."