[Jeremy stiffens up, getting ready to get away from the SQUIP by any means possible, but he unexpectedly relaxes. It's only the SQUIP, after all. Whenever it's hurt him, it hasn't been by physical touch.]
I don't th-think that's a good idea.
[His eyes track each micromovement of the SQUIP's fingers. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end and Jeremy's not sure if it's fear or static.
He doesn't move away as the SQUIP approaches, though, and the hand covering the bandage begins to lower.]
We're done. You're helping your new users, remember?
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I don't th-think that's a good idea.
[His eyes track each micromovement of the SQUIP's fingers. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end and Jeremy's not sure if it's fear or static.
He doesn't move away as the SQUIP approaches, though, and the hand covering the bandage begins to lower.]
We're done. You're helping your new users, remember?