K suspects it could also be down to his personality â if it can even generously be called such, work in progress that it is â deterring others from befriending him. Joi might not face similar issues because she actually has a personality, and a quite likeable one at that; he doesn't think she'll have the same problem making friends here. Which is good, because she deserves as many friends as she wants to have.
Her question is met with a look of wry amusement despite how distasteful the topic is. He's hardly a prude, considering it wasn't unusual for him to have lunch outside of a public sex bar without batting an eye, but he does think other residents could stand to practise better discretion. Those poor defiled picnic tables at camp...
"Yes. Some of them seem quite fixated on it and have poor boundaries." But at least they're all so preoccupied with each other that they hopefully won't direct any unwanted attention toward Joi.
He can't help wondering about the things she doesn't want to share â do they have to do with the future he's yet to experience? It seems the most likely explanation. But she's allowed her secrets, and he'll respect her feelings. Instead of prying, he watches her for a long moment before lifting her hand and brushing a light kiss to each of her fingers in turn. Something he's long wanted to do, and now he can.
"You've always taken care of me too, sweetheart. Better than I deserve." And he's always wished he could do more for her, could be more for her.
The woman running the kiosk wordlessly sets a couple of their finished drinks within their reach, clearly not wanting to interrupt their moment. But K is too aware of others for the gesture to go unnoticed, and he makes a point of thanking her before offering one of the steaming cups to Joi with an expectant smile.
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Her question is met with a look of wry amusement despite how distasteful the topic is. He's hardly a prude, considering it wasn't unusual for him to have lunch outside of a public sex bar without batting an eye, but he does think other residents could stand to practise better discretion. Those poor defiled picnic tables at camp...
"Yes. Some of them seem quite fixated on it and have poor boundaries." But at least they're all so preoccupied with each other that they hopefully won't direct any unwanted attention toward Joi.
He can't help wondering about the things she doesn't want to share â do they have to do with the future he's yet to experience? It seems the most likely explanation. But she's allowed her secrets, and he'll respect her feelings. Instead of prying, he watches her for a long moment before lifting her hand and brushing a light kiss to each of her fingers in turn. Something he's long wanted to do, and now he can.
"You've always taken care of me too, sweetheart. Better than I deserve." And he's always wished he could do more for her, could be more for her.
The woman running the kiosk wordlessly sets a couple of their finished drinks within their reach, clearly not wanting to interrupt their moment. But K is too aware of others for the gesture to go unnoticed, and he makes a point of thanking her before offering one of the steaming cups to Joi with an expectant smile.