Myrid rolled over with a sigh, snuggling against AIBL-K42. "You awake, hon?"
AIBL groaned and one optic blinked to life. "I wasn't."
"Sorry." Myrid shot him a grin. "I can't sleep." She shifted so she was resting atop his sleek metal body. "You in the mood?" she asked lazily, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Not really," he admitted, his screen showing a sheepish grin.
"It was worth a shot." She snuggled up to him, pressing her forehead against the top of his screen.
AIBL's expression turned thoughtful, his smile fading. "Myrid, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Myrid replied, looking slightly surprised. "What is it?"
" AIBL began softly, not meeting her eyes, "I
I wonder if you wouldn't be happier with someone more
like you. I mean" he continued, spreading his arms wide, "Just look at me! Look at what I am."
Myrid blinked. "AIBL, I love you."
"But Myrid," he sighed, running a hand through her hair and gazing at her reverently, "I'm not yo