To say he "glowed" was an understatement. His flickering smile practically blossomed, and he had to duck his head to keep from just plain beaming. It probably wasn't right to enjoy hearing those words as much as he did. It probably wasn't his place. But...

They felt so good.

And so did that smile. He felt wanted. Needed. Feelings he so desperately desired. No wonder he kept coming back. Maybe things hadn't changed outside the office... but in here... he felt better.

"Yes," he said, and nodded again. "It's still confusing... all those people. Robots. I've never met so many before..."

Though he trailed off. His voice grew softer, then grew silent, the touch against his wing sending an oddly pleasant little shiver through him. He knew they were sensitive, by now. That wasn't odd -- what was, was how he never tired of them being touched.

He relaxed a little, unconsciously leaning back into those trailing fingers.

"I'm trying..." he murmured. "I want to matter to them..."