"Yes. I didn't need stuff, I didn't even need a bed. I just needed...a space to be. It's funny, when I first got here--before I had to sleep, I was almost offended by the idea that I'd ever need or want a bed."
It lets out a bit of a weak laugh. "I eat, I sleep, I purr. The me I was before here would be freaked out by this me."
"The self you were before wouldn't have the same memories, the same experiences. It might be taken aback no matter what physical changes you've gone through."
But there's room for it to clarify or disagree with her about that.
"Probably. And it certainly wouldn't have known what to do with this." A demonstrative little squeeze of her hand, a small smile audible in its tone of voice.
"As strange as it sounds, I think I needed the time I've spent here, to be ready for this."
Strange how a single word - this - makes Helena want to stutter, and the words that could be in response fall to pieces. She's supposed to be a writer, she should have words, good ones, decent ones. And as much as she wants to conceal, it's a hard thing to do versus a construct's analysis. Thinking too much and unable to think at all at the same time. Flustered and doing her utmost to hide it at the same time, to remain closer to pleasantly neutral and finding it a nigh impossible task.
If it hadn't held her hand, she could have pretended Security meant something else. But she can't. Words about being ready, and it just underlines to her how not ready she feels, wondering if Security knows she's awkwardly stumbling and praying every time that she doesn't take a false step.
"...I don't think that's strange."
If she finds out Ava's in the room again she's going to simply go scream underwater.
It doesn't respond aloud, letting her words sit in the air. Which could be awkward, perhaps. But like...it doesn't feel awkward, not right now. It holds her hand gently, like it's trying to memorize the feeling of it.
She's glad, so glad that Security lets the silence exist between them, because it lets her gather the scraps of her dignity long enough to stitch together a sentence, syllables strung back together as long as she keeps breathing. Enough to make a coherent sentence, to convey what she needs to.
"Readiness for anything like this is an illusion. At least as far as I can guess."
Her voice is very, very quiet, and she knows her face is burning, having utterly lost the attempt at concealing it. Thankfully, there's an equal chance Security isn't looking.
"More often you would kind of...make it up as you go."
It's not the only one who's just trying and hoping for the best. Wondering why me, when there's many better, who might have a passing clue what they're doing. She just feels a great many things, and putting them into something to be spoken is a task that will take more time.
"Improvise. Together, though. Not making it up all alone. It takes a lot of trust."
A pause. It lifts her hand to its face, not to kiss her knuckles, but to rub against it with its cheek, not entirely unlike a cat. Just once, lightly, to see how she reacts.
If she could go more red, she would. For a second, she's just left speechless, as she realizes what's happened, vaguely registering her heart fluttering over it. Unfortunately, humans don't get the luxury of being able to turn off when emotionally overcome and trying to process a gesture.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Because clearly from her response it was a wrong thing to do. Bad SecUnit, no love for you. But that really isn’t an answer to her question now, is it? It is more concerned about upsetting her. About crossing a line.
If there's one surefire way to get Helena out of her own head, no matter how critical the emotional confusion, it's concern for someone else. Even if she's still got to calm down, the overriding thought is that she needs to convey there isn't an issue, apart from her own mind.
"I'm not upset, Security. I'm just surprised. You don't have to apologize for doing something I don't expect."
It wasn't a bad thing. That floods out all her own mixed up thoughts - the desire to clarify and explain and assure.
It hesitates, not reaching out immediately again. Quiet as it pauses to gather it’s own thoughts.
“I’m. Trying to learn how I want to touch people. How I want others to touch me. I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m not used to just. Being able to. It’s still a lot sometimes. I worry about doing it wrong. I worry about doing a lot of things wrong.”
She nods, taking that in, and more time to breathe soothes her mind. Her hand is still there, she's not retracting it, but she stays where she is while she finds all her words again.
"...if you're doing something that I don't like, I'll tell you. And vice versa - if I do something you don't like or want, tell me, so I can avoid it. Would that make it a bit easier?"
She already makes sure around it that she never says anything that implies that personhood equals humanity, and lets it decide how close it wants to sit.
"I want you to feel like you can worry less around me."
Hearing that, her expression shifts to a smile - a tiny one, but a real one, not made from politeness or to make someone else at ease. Just a little thing as her chest aches in a certain way.
"Then please, trust that I'll tell you if I'm not comfortable?" It doesn't have to mine her reactions for the truth. It can just have it outright.
"And I'll trust that you'll do the same, if you're uncomfortable."
This goes two ways, Security. The very last thing she wants is it to feel like it needs to bottle up discomfort, if they're trying to figure this out together.
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Date: 2023-02-07 08:34 am (UTC)It lets out a bit of a weak laugh. "I eat, I sleep, I purr. The me I was before here would be freaked out by this me."
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Date: 2023-02-07 09:15 am (UTC)But there's room for it to clarify or disagree with her about that.
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Date: 2023-02-07 09:41 am (UTC)"As strange as it sounds, I think I needed the time I've spent here, to be ready for this."
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Date: 2023-02-07 10:16 am (UTC)If it hadn't held her hand, she could have pretended Security meant something else. But she can't. Words about being ready, and it just underlines to her how not ready she feels, wondering if Security knows she's awkwardly stumbling and praying every time that she doesn't take a false step.
"...I don't think that's strange."
If she finds out Ava's in the room again she's going to simply go scream underwater.
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Date: 2023-02-07 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-07 11:03 am (UTC)"Readiness for anything like this is an illusion. At least as far as I can guess."
Her voice is very, very quiet, and she knows her face is burning, having utterly lost the attempt at concealing it. Thankfully, there's an equal chance Security isn't looking.
"More often you would kind of...make it up as you go."
It's not the only one who's just trying and hoping for the best. Wondering why me, when there's many better, who might have a passing clue what they're doing. She just feels a great many things, and putting them into something to be spoken is a task that will take more time.
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Date: 2023-02-07 11:26 am (UTC)A pause. It lifts her hand to its face, not to kiss her knuckles, but to rub against it with its cheek, not entirely unlike a cat. Just once, lightly, to see how she reacts.
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Date: 2023-02-07 12:19 pm (UTC)"...Why did you do that?"
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Date: 2023-02-07 12:24 pm (UTC)“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Because clearly from her response it was a wrong thing to do. Bad SecUnit, no love for you. But that really isn’t an answer to her question now, is it? It is more concerned about upsetting her. About crossing a line.
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Date: 2023-02-07 12:38 pm (UTC)If there's one surefire way to get Helena out of her own head, no matter how critical the emotional confusion, it's concern for someone else. Even if she's still got to calm down, the overriding thought is that she needs to convey there isn't an issue, apart from her own mind.
"I'm not upset, Security. I'm just surprised. You don't have to apologize for doing something I don't expect."
It wasn't a bad thing. That floods out all her own mixed up thoughts - the desire to clarify and explain and assure.
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Date: 2023-02-07 12:46 pm (UTC)“I’m. Trying to learn how I want to touch people. How I want others to touch me. I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m not used to just. Being able to. It’s still a lot sometimes. I worry about doing it wrong. I worry about doing a lot of things wrong.”
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Date: 2023-02-07 08:35 pm (UTC)"...if you're doing something that I don't like, I'll tell you. And vice versa - if I do something you don't like or want, tell me, so I can avoid it. Would that make it a bit easier?"
She already makes sure around it that she never says anything that implies that personhood equals humanity, and lets it decide how close it wants to sit.
"I want you to feel like you can worry less around me."
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Date: 2023-02-07 09:38 pm (UTC)And these are all aspects of love, too.
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Date: 2023-02-07 10:48 pm (UTC)"Then please, trust that I'll tell you if I'm not comfortable?" It doesn't have to mine her reactions for the truth. It can just have it outright.
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Date: 2023-02-07 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-07 11:23 pm (UTC)Very, very gently, she squeezes its hand.
"And I'll trust that you'll do the same, if you're uncomfortable."
This goes two ways, Security. The very last thing she wants is it to feel like it needs to bottle up discomfort, if they're trying to figure this out together.
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Date: 2023-02-08 04:04 am (UTC)And it just. Just holds for now. Lets this be enough for its fluttering circulatory pump.