[It's a curious thing, the way Jude touches his hand. 9S isn't sure if it's intended to comfort one of them, and if so, which of them it's really meant for. He remains still, if only because of that uncertainty. Thinking in terms of how a human would respond to this gesture doesn't sit right with him, and yet, he has no other frame of reference to draw on.

Jude's hands are rougher than his, he notes. There was only so much he could gauge while wearing his gloves, but having worn them nigh-constantly, it's strange to be without one now. Maybe it's wrong, direct contact like this.

After all, if the data he was shown in the Tower was right, then... Wouldn't he be unfit? If a vital component of his was made with parts from the enemy of mankind, then...

He violently shoves the thought aside. It's not something he wants to be. Not something he wants to believe]

I didn't say that I don't feel, but...I'm not supposed to.

[Maybe he would've been more effective if he didn't, but as he'd learned despite trying so hard to deny it, even machines had the capacity for emotions]

And it seems to me that you're more concerned than necessary.