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"I understand that it's a bad idea. And, I understand that being John Connor can be lonely."
"Oh, yeah? How do you understand that?"
"You and I talk about it a lot."
"We do?"
"We do. We will."
They did. They talked about how alone he felt, they talked about lots of things. Math. Computers. Girls that he liked. Things he liked to do. More often than not, these discussions happend when she was glitching. She participated in them more when she was glitching. Lay in bed with him when she was glitching, legs curled up and her head on the pillow beside his. Touching. Watching. Listening.
Sometimes she forgot. Sometimes he forgot. But they always found their way back there. Talking. Listening. Touching. Watching. Tactile bonding, to make things easier, she thought on the days when she wasn't glitching. And when she was...she didn't know what to think then.
She knew she needed him.
She knew that she was lonely too.
But sometimes he forgot. And sometimes she forgot.