[ Perceptor tilts his head down to return the kiss, his own planted carefully on her forehead. He enjoys the acts of affection, no matter how tentative or small. ]

We were together, once. Then we weren't. When... When you saw us kiss, that day in the junk pile, I thought I was attempting to rekindle something that might still be there. I thought, since he returned it, that he was available. Interested. Later I discovered from an outside source that he was involved with Wing. I began avoiding him out of shame.

And now, here we are.