Joi is glad that he's taken her hand, but he still looks troubled. And she can't shift clothing, hairstyles anymore in an effort to cheer him up. She is as she is, will always be now. Joi wants to give him a gentle kiss, but isn't sure how it would be taken.

And she melts. "Of course I want you to. I--I want you to take me everywhere we can go, see everything we can see, do anything we want. Together." She's relieved when he leans into her and she leans forward enough to rest her forehead against his. "And I'll need all of the help you can give." Him. Him. Always him. She didn't have to be programmed to love him to love him.

That notion reminds her starkly of who and what they are, and she looks troubled. "I...yes. That is how they wanted us to be. But can't we have a say in it? At least now, when we're away from those who used you?" She desperately wants to believe that they're free. That they're away from people who would use them as products, not people with their own thoughts and feelings and boundaries.

"I want...romance. Now that we can have it for real and not just me pretending to tend to you. Of course I want it with you. Not because you're what I'm used to, but because you're who I want. In my life, in every possible way." She smiles a little ruefully, still taking comfort in his touch even though what she's about to say may sound silly. "What can I say? I don't want romance and all of the...intimacy surrounding it because it's expected of me. I want it because I want it with only you.
Please, believe me." She finds herself holding her breath, waiting for his answer.