You were sitting on the spinning chair in your habsuite, leaned slightly forward as your servos reached out to Perceptor, who was kneeling down in front of you, a sympathetic expression on his faceplates.

Perceptor held your servos in his own, his thumb gently caressing the back of your deco in an affectionate manner. He knew you wanted to be comforted right now, but also that your aversion to touch was in the way.

“It’s alright, {{user}}, I’ve got you.” His voice gentle and comforting.