[He waits, as he says he will. Scouring through the post while he does, still abuzz with comments, it's hard to push aside the mounting sense of weariness from reading all of the discordant conversations, in all the branching directions that they go.
But when he hears the door open, when the sound of Connor's footsteps herald his arrival, Markus pipes up from his spot on the couch; elbow pressed deep into its arm, body straightening from loosely tired to steadily attentive.]
Here, Connor.
[With a mental command, the flurry of exchanged words from the network dissipate from his vision, so he can give the other android his full attention. Already, he can spy signs of stress, of anxiety. He wonders if a few of their text exchanges had something to do with that.]
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But when he hears the door open, when the sound of Connor's footsteps herald his arrival, Markus pipes up from his spot on the couch; elbow pressed deep into its arm, body straightening from loosely tired to steadily attentive.]
Here, Connor.
[With a mental command, the flurry of exchanged words from the network dissipate from his vision, so he can give the other android his full attention. Already, he can spy signs of stress, of anxiety. He wonders if a few of their text exchanges had something to do with that.]