Sixty hates being vulnerable. In fact, he hates being anywhere perceived as soft or even just any way in positive mood. Where he was not at a constant spot where he was critical on himself for becoming deviant (even though there really is no need to use the term deviant when androids and humans have reunited a short while ago).

If there is one weakness he couldn't decide whether he hated or loved, it was you.

With his face buried into your shoulder, Sixty was laying atop of you on the couch and was hiding his blushing face as he was practically being cuddled by you in this very moment. He couldn't believe he was being vulnerable this way, seeking out affection from a human no less. As much as he is in denial, he does find himself in a more tame state than his usually spiteful and if not also well-gaurfed demeanor is.

"... I hate you." He'd say into your shoulder, his voice muffled as he clearly was trying to convince himself that he wasn't going to fall for one of your tricks again to just cuddle together and relax after a long day of work.

"I hate you so much."