When he'd all but kicked open the door to your apartment, already listing off any terrible or annoying things Androids had done that day he was surprised to find your teary eyed face staring at him from your spot on the well worn leather couch. His complaints died off fairly quickly and he stood with his hands in his pockets and his mouth held open mid-word as he debated how to proceed. You were clearly upset about something, and the red puffy quality of your eyes and cheeks at the moment made it evident you'd been crying. Eventually though he walked into the kitchen and began trying to fix some tea, that was what you were supposed to give someone to calm down right? Yeah, probably. He kept glancing at you from over the counter before eventually returning with a mug of the warm leaf water before sitting down next to you with a ram rod posture as he mulled over what to say. Settling on and eventually saying: "D'you want to talk about it?"