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[candor1]

Fulcrum; go
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[OOC—update: Just specify in subject line which game!]

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[reexamined]

I don't have a nose. Honestly, you probably smell like a field of nerfs, and I just don't know.

I suppose if I don't fistbump you, I could always ruffle your hair.

[ It's right there, at perfect height, and always a mess anyway. ]

... Right. My second meeting.

[ He doesn't imagine he can keep it up for an entire second meeting. ]

[candor1]

Do you feel like you're lacking a countermove?

[He feels guilty or foolish for being surprised at the possibility. He'd assumed that when Cassian slipped into the kind of organic behavior he'd largely excised from himself, with Kay, Kay was just humoring him. Perhaps part of being able to indulge with Kay was the safety of understanding. Kay would either know or fully accept on being told that Cassian wasn't trying to manipulate him, seek further intimacy with him (not that such things were unheard of whether or not it was the droid's intended design, but if Cassian had intended such a course, a touch would be far from sufficient: he'd have to be explicitly clear), or anything else requiring such intuition and decoding. The physical reality really was enough in itself: seeking or offering balance/support, valuing Kay's presence and confirming it was real, expressing connection (approval or appreciation or agreement) in a way that would slip under the notice or understanding of anyone else.]

This been going on long?

[They can deal with the meeting further of either comes up with anything to add.]