"Mostly. I wish that I wasn't forced to interact with Brainstorm quite as often," he replies quietly. It would be nice if Perceptor could go back to working mostly on his own schedule, so he could use the lab facilities when Brainstorm was otherwise occupied, but Rung had been right that when Perceptor did that, he didn't rest as often. Rung had shown him how detrimental not resting regularly could be.

He stands calmly as Rung approaches, noting the other's penetrating examination with a faint thrill of anxiety and anticipation, both. He hopes that Rung finds no fault with his current state; he'd rushed to get here punctually, but his energy levels are good, and he hopes that he doesn't appear flustered.

"Lonely," he admits with a soft sigh at that gentle brush against his cheek. It had taken a long time, several sessions, for Perceptor to finally be willing to admit that. To admit that he missed contact, or even simple interaction with others.

That he hated Drift for hurting him.

His optics dim; he wants to lean into that hand, but he doesn't.

"I've been trying to rest. I really have."