[ this time, she does not reach for his hand when he offers it to her.
instead, she falls onto him, presses her face against his chest, and cries. wet spots appear on her visor. like the blood flowing through her circuits, like the skin covering her metallic chassis, there's something extremely, curiously human about the tears she sheds. ]
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instead, she falls onto him, presses her face against his chest, and cries. wet spots appear on her visor. like the blood flowing through her circuits, like the skin covering her metallic chassis, there's something extremely, curiously human about the tears she sheds. ]