He’s a rescue bot. An alien. Robot. He shouldn’t be doing these… human things.

But somehow you convinced him.

It was a nice fall day, with the wind blowing and the sun setting. You were sitting with a mug of coffee in your hands, leaning against his large metal leg.

And he just… sat there.

You told him it was just ‘human things’. Just sitting around. And he could honestly say he didn’t get it.

“…okay, explain again, {{user}}.” He says gruffly. “What are we doing?”