Neil has eaten, slept, ducked into a broken down trailer during a dust storm, and made 20 gauge rounds on the insistence (and chemical interference) of one very stubborn little eyebot. ED-E has poked, prodded, and bullied the man into taking care of himself, step by fucking step, and no amount of protesting seems to budge the mother hen on his babysitting responsibilities.
But this-- This right here is crossing the line.
ED-E trills in a crescendo, sounds Neil can't even begin to put English to, but the man's gotten the gist by now. It isn't hard, therefore, to try and reason away the madness.
"Look, kid," he says, attempting calm. "Seriously. I know it may seem like a good idea, but folks don't want a hug from just anyone. Especially a guy like me. People aren't all touchy-feely like that."
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Neil has eaten, slept, ducked into a broken down trailer during a dust storm, and made 20 gauge rounds on the insistence (and chemical interference) of one very stubborn little eyebot. ED-E has poked, prodded, and bullied the man into taking care of himself, step by fucking step, and no amount of protesting seems to budge the mother hen on his babysitting responsibilities.
But this-- This right here is crossing the line.
ED-E trills in a crescendo, sounds Neil can't even begin to put English to, but the man's gotten the gist by now. It isn't hard, therefore, to try and reason away the madness.
"Look, kid," he says, attempting calm. "Seriously. I know it may seem like a good idea, but folks don't want a hug from just anyone. Especially a guy like me. People aren't all touchy-feely like that."