[That slight turn isn't very encouraging, but it's better than talking at the back of Don's head. Maybe. Robert's still not sure with this one.]
... If... if I s-said something wrong... [Think, Robert. It is not as if he can inform you of what, presently.] ... I... I do not mean to harm. Perhaps that... matters l-little, though. [He knits his fingers, wrings them gently together; doesn't know where to put them after so just keeps his hands in his lap.] ... I admit that... communication has never been my s-strong suit, even without your... present condition...
[And, well, there's that unspoken part, that not-put-into-words discomfort with something like this - something his Terran prejudices tell him is something that needs to be fixed. A problem. A detriment.]
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... If... if I s-said something wrong... [Think, Robert. It is not as if he can inform you of what, presently.] ... I... I do not mean to harm. Perhaps that... matters l-little, though. [He knits his fingers, wrings them gently together; doesn't know where to put them after so just keeps his hands in his lap.] ... I admit that... communication has never been my s-strong suit, even without your... present condition...
[And, well, there's that unspoken part, that not-put-into-words discomfort with something like this - something his Terran prejudices tell him is something that needs to be fixed. A problem. A detriment.]