[ daylight perks up when he hears what mr. hughes has to say. really? he knows what it’s like to feel… this sort of loneliness when it comes to your family. (or, rather, lack of it.
his servo twitches, the memory of trying to hold his parents' hands and not really doing is surprisingly affecting.)
and much as day can be a bit of a ditz — okay, a heck of ditz, really - day can realise what mr. hughes is trying to hint here in the conversation. he looks at mr. hughes, optics flickering in surprise and dawning realisation. ]
… do you have a child, Mr. Hughes? [ he thinks mr. hughes is at the right age to be a father — that's the name, right? — and he's always been patient with day. a sort of patience usually found in either guardians, nice captains, or creators. (he could just be reading a lot into this moment)
daylight pauses for a bit, wondering if he should ask this next question or not. in the end, his curiosity gets the better of him. ] Can I ask what their name is?
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[ daylight perks up when he hears what mr. hughes has to say. really? he knows what it’s like to feel… this sort of loneliness when it comes to your family. (or, rather, lack of it.
his servo twitches, the memory of trying to hold his parents' hands and not really doing is surprisingly affecting.)
and much as day can be a bit of a ditz — okay, a heck of ditz, really - day can realise what mr. hughes is trying to hint here in the conversation. he looks at mr. hughes, optics flickering in surprise and dawning realisation. ]
… do you have a child, Mr. Hughes? [ he thinks mr. hughes is at the right age to be a father — that's the name, right? — and he's always been patient with day. a sort of patience usually found in either guardians, nice captains, or creators. (he could just be reading a lot into this moment)
daylight pauses for a bit, wondering if he should ask this next question or not. in the end, his curiosity gets the better of him. ] Can I ask what their name is?