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If you want specifics, I don't know if I can give them. We were friends and then I realized it was... more than that, I suppose.

Do you-- I mean, does he even think he's capable? That's your obstacle right there.

That’s the complicated part.

[ He heaves a sigh, leaning back against the tree again. ]

He swears up and down he doesn’t have feelings, not in his programming and all that but… he does. I’ve seen it.

You've... seen it?

[ Well, she's seen it too, but Connor keeps insisting that this is just a part of his programming to appear approachable. ]

I have.

[ There's a pause here, because he doesn't think that Connor would like Arenvald going around blabbing about his emotions he swears he totally doesn't have but actually has. ]

And I'm not talking about him just being personable. I mean something far more... raw. And very real.

[ He means fear. ]

[ Rion hums softly, tapping her chin with her eyebrows knitting together. ]

Okay. I'm not going to ask for details, but clearly he's capable of it.

[ Bless you for not prying, Rion. ]

You can see why I'm at a loss, though. I don't know how to proceed, or if I even should.

Hmm... well, what happens if you don't proceed? Just keep on with what you've been doing?

Pretty much, I suppose.

[ A shrug. ]

This is a first for me -- in every sense.

Would you be okay with that? Things staying how they are?

[ He opens his mouth to reply, but falls short. That's probably more telling than any answer he could possibly give. ]

I... don't know, but I don't want to force the issue, either.