If his LED was still attached to his head, it would’ve been cycling a glaringly obvious red at the amount of complications he kept running into.

Technically, androids couldn’t have headaches, yet he found his processors to be sluggish and aching dully. He rubs his temple; useless, but a soothing action either way.

Politics was complicated, even if he had been a pacifist. There was still a lot to negotiate but all he was doing now was staring a disconcerting number of papers.

He felt stressed.