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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[lightconductor]

Understandable. Can only imagine how I would feel if I stopped needing to sleep. Coffee or tea after waking is traditional. Does meeting interest you? -JW

[serialskiller]

If it's not a bother? It's not urgent, of course.

[lightconductor]

It's never a bother. Meet you in Sand Dollars in fifteen minutes, if convenient? -JW

[serialskiller]

Yes. I'll see you there.

When Watson arrives, Murderbot's lingering outside the cafe, hands in the front pouch pocket of its hoodie. Its hair is slightly mussed. Sleeping is a little more active than recharging, more tossing and turning.

[lightconductor]

Watson strolls in, and flashes a faint smile when he sees Murderbot. He still looks tired, but he's been through a lot lately. He's still recovering.

"Hello, Rin. How long have you been up?"

[serialskiller]

There's a small hesitation before it answers. Another topic, for another time. "About an hour? I was only out for two and some change. I have someone who has been standing guard while I have my recharge cycles and they noticed the difference today."

[lightconductor]

Eventually it will have to raise that topic!

"Mmm. That's not very long for sleep, but honestly we can't assume that you have the same sleep requirements as an average human being." Watson moves into the cafe, and orders a coffee, casually, trusting Murderbot to follow him in. "And you said you think you dreamt?"

He pauses, then adds, "Who was standing guard, might I ask?"

[serialskiller]

"I'm pretty sure I dreamt, yeah." Murderbot orders itself a hot cocoa. Like a grown bot. "Woke up with fragments of junk data in my working memory buffer that didn't make sense. Odd-colored livestock. And it was Erin Peters watching over me. She's been doing it since Sarge..."

[lightconductor]

Cocoa is a perfectly good adult drink. "Erin." Watson nods, approving. "I don't know her well, but she strikes me as trustworthy. If she says it looked different, we can likely trust her word. And yes," he smiles a little, "that sounds about right, for dreams. Not always, but often. Come sit down."

He waves them over to a table.

[serialskiller]

"Honorable. It isn't just that she's worthy of trust. She is a woman of her word." It brings its drink to the table as instructed, perching on its chair.

No, not like that, I know what you're imagining, Murderbird is not a tiel.

[lightconductor]

"Well, I'm glad you found someone you trust to watch you," he says.

Watson takes a sip of his coffee, for a moment just looking at Murderbot (sorry, he must perceive it for a moment, it's a professional matter), trying to assess it for exhaustion and illness. "You know, as upsetting as this is, I suppose functionally there may be very little difference, particularly if it turns out you don't require more sleep than you did time spent on your, ah, recharge sessions. I cannot cure a need for sleep, unfortunately."

[serialskiller]

"If I do require more sleep than recharge time, I'm wasting hours just...inert." Oh no, the possibility of not having a whole 22 hours a day to fill. How awful.

It sips at the cocoa, trying to pretend it doesn't notice it's being perceived.

[lightconductor]

"It's not a waste of time," Watson points out, with a shake of his head, and he laughs a little. "It's a time of healing and recuperation. Oh, I'm sure that it seems not terribly efficient to you, but it is, in fact, important, even if it takes a little longer."

He smiles faintly, sympathetically into his coffee. "It's an unsettling change, though, and I'm sorry for that."

[serialskiller]

"Ugh, I was fine without taking time for healing and recuperation just a couple of days ago."

It'll be fine eventually, really. It just needs to throw a tantrum first.

[lightconductor]

Watson falls silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

"Sometimes," he says, his voice gentle, "it is difficult to come to terms with the fact that our bodies have changed. I do know that. Is there anything I can do?"

[serialskiller]

It doesn't know what to do with such a show of gentleness. That pierces its cold heart.

"I don't know. You don't really need to do anything."

[lightconductor]

"Maybe I don't, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."

Watson turns his coffee cup in his hands. "Advice. Distraction. Comfort. Companionship. What is it that you need right now?"

[serialskiller]

That framework makes it a lot easier. It relaxes visibly. "Distraction and companionship. Please."

[lightconductor]

"Then that is what we can do."

Watson offers a smile. "What have you been up to? Anything pleasant you might want to share?"