And just like that, as Allen often did, the teasing moment is over. 9S adds clarity, concise attentiveness, and a picture perfect example of something dull. It's in that moment his grin faces to the normal cheerful one and he looks away out towards the water again.
"So just a companion, hmm? Sounds like a missed opportunity." Not that he gets that 9S will understand what he means. "Assigned and not chosen. I imagine a torn battlefield with all your comrades dead and then some striking young man comes in to assist you would be means enough to at least want him around. At least for company." Unless of course she was that type of woman that preferred to be alone.
The rod tugs hard all of a sudden and his shoulders square against the boat, his heel bracing on the other side and he pulls up gently with a wind of the wheel. It's a delicate dance of pull and tug, freedom and release. He baits the fish, letting it tire itself out before reeling hard. "But I'm not judging."
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"So just a companion, hmm? Sounds like a missed opportunity." Not that he gets that 9S will understand what he means. "Assigned and not chosen. I imagine a torn battlefield with all your comrades dead and then some striking young man comes in to assist you would be means enough to at least want him around. At least for company." Unless of course she was that type of woman that preferred to be alone.
The rod tugs hard all of a sudden and his shoulders square against the boat, his heel bracing on the other side and he pulls up gently with a wind of the wheel. It's a delicate dance of pull and tug, freedom and release. He baits the fish, letting it tire itself out before reeling hard. "But I'm not judging."