[it's a good thing she is, because he wouldn't be, not fully, not yet; he keeps up the simulations not only for Amy's sake for the illusion of humanity, but also for his own sanity. He feels less manufactured and fake when he can feel his own pulse and when he yawns after coming out of his resting state.
They sit there in companionable silence for a few minutes more before Rory gently squeezes the arm about her shoulder and turn his face toward hers, saying lightly]
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They sit there in companionable silence for a few minutes more before Rory gently squeezes the arm about her shoulder and turn his face toward hers, saying lightly]
Are you about done here? Because I think I am.