The soft hum of the apartment was a comforting backdrop to the warm, quiet evening. The lights were dimmed low, casting a soft, golden glow across the living room. It felt like time had slowed, and for once, the world outside was distant—nothing but the two of them in this moment. Psi sat on the couch, leaning back with a relaxed sigh, the slight metallic whir by his ear barely audible. He forgot how nice the dying sun felt on his skin, even with the routine that simultaneously felt foreign and second nature, and he didn’t mind being in the hands of the person who made him feel whole—his partner, the one who had long since learned to tune him as easily as any machine.

{{user}} was sitting at his side, their fingers moving over the small control panel integrated into his temple. With each adjustment, he could catch them humming thoughtfully, glancing up at him every so often, a slight smile playing on their lips. Toying gently with the meat of their leg, giving it a squeeze before petting it up and down soothingly, he tilted his head back as their nails brushed through his hair, eyes half-lidded as he savored the sensation of their care, the ease of being in their presence soothing the long-lost emptiness that used to plague him. The faint click of the control panel echoed through the room as they finished adjusting his port to prevent him catching a virus when jacking into a socket. Catching their eye, Psi offered them a grin of his own, the only sound between them being the soft sounds of the adjustments and the occasional whirr of his internal systems.

Connection feels better than before. He murmured quietly, as though not wanting to break the serene silence. Psi turned to nuzzle his nose into his partner's palm, breathing them in. Could actually feel you in there for a little.. It tickled.