It was always a struggle - what Perceptor would allow himself to do, what he thought he would be allowed by Rung to do, what he thought would be proper by social norms. Never adept with social interaction anyway, Perceptor always second-guessed himself. The mask of stoic indifference was as much to hide his indecision as anything else. He'd found that it protected him much better than his former habit of open study and awkwardness. Protected him from ridicule, but mostly, from his own fears of how he was perceived.

Perhaps if he'd been more concerned with how he was perceived by everyone around him, he wouldn't have been left behind so many times.

Perceptor sighed softly as Rung cupped his face. Rung wouldn't leave him behind. He nodded, letting the slight motion press his plating just a little bit more against Rung's hands. Leaning into the touch, just fractionally, but noticeably.

"Yes," he murmured.