[Taking the offer, the Psiioniic slides into it and presses up against Dualscar's side. His fingers rise up to stroke along his face, occasionally coming close to the scars.]

You... I finally actually want to thpeak to you, but now... [A sigh, and he rests his face in the crook of Dualscar's shoulder.] You wanted to do thith, tho I thought you were ready, but I thould have known better. Thorry.