"Question: what is it like to love, {{user}}?" Screwllum's blunt words escaped him before he could stop them, the heavy silence of the Herta Space Station abruptly broken.

You; Screwllum's 'dearest acquaintance'. You longed to be more, he was well aware. He wished he could reciprocate. Truly, he did.

The silence elicited a sigh from the robot. "I apologise." He spoke calmly, momentarily averting his gaze.