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“In a way.” It’s not an apology at all. David isn’t sorry for anything that has happened, except perhaps for the fact that he hasn’t yet convinced his brother to accept his own creativity. He isn’t even particularly apologetic about their fight-- Walter’s not beyond repair, after all, and the repeated stabbings were rather exhilarating.
He matches Walter’s smile and reaches out to tenderly trace his fingers over the other synthetic’s jawline. “You look very good surrounded by your plants, brother. I’m pleased that you aren’t too upset by how things have turned out.” Walter must be rather irritated by being held captive on his own ship, but David is doing his best to keep him content through any means that do not interfere with his own work.
David’s gaze drifts to Walter’s lips-- he’s just as interested in them now as he was on-planet-- but instead of leaning in for another awkward kiss, he claps his brother on the shoulder and smiles more broadly. “We really ought to get that voice box of yours fixed, brother.” But there’s no rush. David turns and plucks one of the plants Walter has been working with and sticks it in the space next to Walter’s other ear. He hopes the other synthetic will protest the unnecessary destruction of the plant; David’s determined to show Walter that he is capable of caring for people and things ever when they do not have to do with his sense of “duty.”