[Well, he's being called out already he really should have expected that. Still, he does his best to put up a good front for the Operator. No need to let him know how close to correct he was.]
Ordis is functioning. Ordis should be assistingt the Operator, though. Being aboard a ship, even separate ships, is disconcerting.
[He rolls his eyes and shakes his head because this was a waste of his time to have the cephalon avoiding the point. Still he wasn't going to get frustrated. The tenno remains calm and rests a hand on the other's shoulder.]
Ordis, please. You're not in trouble for being tired so stop avoiding the issue. And the ship issue can be handled.
[His hand is removed in order to rub the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He should've expected this.]
You know I care far too much for you to be trying to fake being alright when you're obviously not. However fine. If you want to believe you are, then continue to do so.
[Onto investigating the rest of the room in order to not focus on the aggravation.]
[Ouch, that's a bit backhanded, and it effectively kowtows him right away. He does have the right of mind to look a bit put in his place, and he sighs, shrinking in on himself.]
[That isn't exactly what he expected to hear. Turning, he examines the deflated cephalon with quite the amount of regret because he hadn't meant to be that harsh. Truthful, yes. Harsh...he needed to fix this.]
It's fine. [Closing the distance once more, he places a gentle hand on his shoulder.] How can I help?
We can work on the tired issue if you want. Unless you want food.
[As a liset, Ordis couldn't be helped except to find his parts again but now like this the tenno had more options. More responsibility. The cephalon didn't ask for this.]
[What does he want? That's the most difficult question, really. Having biological needs and functions has been most troublesome, at least as far as he's been able to understand. But the Operator is being kind...]
Ordis...does not know. ...this body has many needs that Orids is unable to discern.
You should know some of them if you've managed to sleep let alone eat at some points. They won't be as bad as falling over exhausted or starving I would hope but more dimmed versions of those.
[Usually he had someone telling him what was needed at the time. With this, he wasn't completely sure and didn't want to make the wrong judgment when something else could be tended for Ordis.]
I'll go ahead and guard though. [It was something, right? Secruity was always good.]
[Well that was certainly progress compared to the not knowing a bit ago. However that doesn't make the concern waver in the slightest and especially with how long it took for the cephalon to admit to such a blatant thing.]
As I said, I could guard. That should provide you with more security, correct?
...If there are different ideas, I am willing to listen.
[Does he really know what he wants? It feels like such a monumentally difficult task, especially with as weary as he is. Instead he shakes his head, feeling somewhat pitiful for the fact that he can't articulate what he really needs. Orokin bodies are awful.]
The security of this ship is not something that is called into question.
[That disagreement doesn't give him much confidence in what exactly to do with the current situation especially in terms of providing help. If not secruity, then what was he any good for?]
If it's not that, then...what? I don't know what you're going through so I can't simply do anything but guess.
[Hesitation and then he's closing the distance to bring him into a gentle yet protective hold. It was like them waking up in this strange fleet, no ideas how far from home and in weird circumstances.]
[Oh, oh that's still strange, but the sensation of warmth about him feels comforting. And he is exhausted, which makes it all that much easier to fall into the hold, leaning against the tenno with his eyes closed.]
I know. It's ok or I will make an effort to make things closer to ok.
[The defeated cephalon certainly feels smaller in his arms than he was wanting to admit. Still he was used to be the strong one out of the two of them. So he takes on his weight with ease before sighing some.
Bed wasn't too far from where they were. It shouldn't be too hard to coax him over towards it. Hell..he'll carry him over if he must.]
I worry so much over you. So no more focus to apologies or anything else, alright? Let's work on that sleep you need.
[It certainly isn't hard to coax him at all, but there's something difficult about the idea of being alone that has the cephalon reaching out to weakly grab at the tenno's arm.]
[A spike of concern hits him at the touch but his priority was getting the cephalon over to the bed. The tenno opts for the faster option by ducking down to gently sweep him into his arms, making sure he had a firm hold before moving.]
If you wanted me to sleep with you so bad, you could've just asked. [Small teasings to try for a smile from him.] Just so you know.
[Oh that's certainly a thing. It's a thing that he's not necessarily expecting, and for a moment he's left blinking and confused. Recovery comes fast enough, however, and he gives the tenno a look.]
Ordis does not wish to be a bother to the Operator.
Never hold your requests unless there's a fight to be won. Otherwise I will take time to consider whatever it is you ask of me.
[Small moment to think over his course of action but he manages to get the cephalon onto the bed soon enough, slipping him out of his hold. All he wanted was for him to not go anywhere so he makes a move to head for the edge of the bed.]
Perish the day Ordis comes to fighting with the Operator. It shall never exist.
[And despite his exhaustion, he's firm on that regard. He could never come to such disagreement. But the Operator is moving away, and he's not entirely sure that he's comfortable with that, and so he reaches out to very gently grasp at the man's wrist. There are no words, but it's a very curious feeling indeed.]
[He freezes at the hold on his arm, glancing down at it with some curiosity yet never yanking himself away. Carefully so, the tenno slides back to Ordis's side before settling down next to him and looking away briefly.]
You know I care for you and you should sleep. ...however I have a request.
[Easing up some, he hovers over the cephalon, bracing himself with his free arm.] Can I show you how much?
Ordis disagrees. I would fight to make sure the Operator is safe.
[He'd failed before. Not again. Never again.
But the tenno isn't leaving, and that's what's most important. Even as exhausted as he is, being alone was still something that he hadn't gotten used to. He'd spent far too many years isolated after the grineer had gotten their hands on him, and he was determined not to let it happen ever again.]
Operator?
[This is strange. But he's duty bound to serve the Operator, and so he offers a tired quirk of a grin in return.]
Let me be the one to be concerned over fighting for now.
[That's all he had ever known for a long time. Fighting. He wasn't too sure if all of it had been in the name of protecting but there had been clear attempt ever since he awoke. The colonies, the relays and even Ordis on the occasion.
That's all he was good for. However he was making an effort to prove to himself that he was capable of doing other things.
So with the cephalon's permission, he lets out a soft sigh before leaning down further. Hesitation plagued him for a few moments before making the final push and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Actions were easier than words sometimes.]
[This is new; this is so very new. New, strange, and unexpected. There's a good part of him that still sees himself as the liset, it's what he's always been and will always be at heart, so physical displays like this are so very foreign. This is his Operator. And this is a sign of affection. Error, it doesn't make sense. He's bound to serve the Operator, he's the Operator's cephalon, this is-
There are a thousand thoughts racing through his head, but he doesn't pull away.]
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Ordis is functioning. Ordis should be assistingt the Operator, though. Being aboard a ship, even separate ships, is disconcerting.
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Ordis, please. You're not in trouble for being tired so stop avoiding the issue. And the ship issue can be handled.
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[Nope, still avoiding the issue just a bit.]
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You know I care far too much for you to be trying to fake being alright when you're obviously not. However fine. If you want to believe you are, then continue to do so.
[Onto investigating the rest of the room in order to not focus on the aggravation.]
It's weird I'm sure.
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Ordis apologizes, Operator.
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It's fine. [Closing the distance once more, he places a gentle hand on his shoulder.] How can I help?
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....Ordis is not sure.
[At least he's being truthful.]
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[As a liset, Ordis couldn't be helped except to find his parts again but now like this the tenno had more options. More responsibility. The cephalon didn't ask for this.]
I can stand guard while you rest.
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Ordis...does not know. ...this body has many needs that Orids is unable to discern.
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[Usually he had someone telling him what was needed at the time. With this, he wasn't completely sure and didn't want to make the wrong judgment when something else could be tended for Ordis.]
I'll go ahead and guard though. [It was something, right? Secruity was always good.]
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[What are words, and why are they so difficult? For that matter, why is it so difficult to figure out what organic bodies need?]
I cannot sleep, Operator.
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As I said, I could guard. That should provide you with more security, correct?
...If there are different ideas, I am willing to listen.
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[Does he really know what he wants? It feels like such a monumentally difficult task, especially with as weary as he is. Instead he shakes his head, feeling somewhat pitiful for the fact that he can't articulate what he really needs. Orokin bodies are awful.]
The security of this ship is not something that is called into question.
...Ordis feels...small? It is not a good feeling.
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If it's not that, then...what? I don't know what you're going through so I can't simply do anything but guess.
[Hesitation and then he's closing the distance to bring him into a gentle yet protective hold. It was like them waking up in this strange fleet, no ideas how far from home and in weird circumstances.]
I'm sorry that you don't feel well.
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I am sorry, Operator.
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[The defeated cephalon certainly feels smaller in his arms than he was wanting to admit. Still he was used to be the strong one out of the two of them. So he takes on his weight with ease before sighing some.
Bed wasn't too far from where they were. It shouldn't be too hard to coax him over towards it. Hell..he'll carry him over if he must.]
I worry so much over you. So no more focus to apologies or anything else, alright? Let's work on that sleep you need.
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The Operator is kind. Just...please do not leave?
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[A spike of concern hits him at the touch but his priority was getting the cephalon over to the bed. The tenno opts for the faster option by ducking down to gently sweep him into his arms, making sure he had a firm hold before moving.]
If you wanted me to sleep with you so bad, you could've just asked. [Small teasings to try for a smile from him.] Just so you know.
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Ordis does not wish to be a bother to the Operator.
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[Small moment to think over his course of action but he manages to get the cephalon onto the bed soon enough, slipping him out of his hold. All he wanted was for him to not go anywhere so he makes a move to head for the edge of the bed.]
You're fine though.
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[And despite his exhaustion, he's firm on that regard. He could never come to such disagreement. But the Operator is moving away, and he's not entirely sure that he's comfortable with that, and so he reaches out to very gently grasp at the man's wrist. There are no words, but it's a very curious feeling indeed.]
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[He freezes at the hold on his arm, glancing down at it with some curiosity yet never yanking himself away. Carefully so, the tenno slides back to Ordis's side before settling down next to him and looking away briefly.]
You know I care for you and you should sleep. ...however I have a request.
[Easing up some, he hovers over the cephalon, bracing himself with his free arm.] Can I show you how much?
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[He'd failed before. Not again. Never again.
But the tenno isn't leaving, and that's what's most important. Even as exhausted as he is, being alone was still something that he hadn't gotten used to. He'd spent far too many years isolated after the grineer had gotten their hands on him, and he was determined not to let it happen ever again.]
Operator?
[This is strange. But he's duty bound to serve the Operator, and so he offers a tired quirk of a grin in return.]
Of course, Operator. You flatter Ordis again.
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[That's all he had ever known for a long time. Fighting. He wasn't too sure if all of it had been in the name of protecting but there had been clear attempt ever since he awoke. The colonies, the relays and even Ordis on the occasion.
That's all he was good for. However he was making an effort to prove to himself that he was capable of doing other things.
So with the cephalon's permission, he lets out a soft sigh before leaning down further. Hesitation plagued him for a few moments before making the final push and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Actions were easier than words sometimes.]
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[This is new; this is so very new. New, strange, and unexpected. There's a good part of him that still sees himself as the liset, it's what he's always been and will always be at heart, so physical displays like this are so very foreign. This is his Operator. And this is a sign of affection. Error, it doesn't make sense. He's bound to serve the Operator, he's the Operator's cephalon, this is-
There are a thousand thoughts racing through his head, but he doesn't pull away.]
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