[... That is not something he's ever had to do before, and the gesture completely baffles him. He understands it, obviously, and he wonders if he would have been surprised by it had it happened earlier, if he'd been placed on a different ship or in a hospital, or literally anywhere but Prometheus. If people would have always seen him as - if not a fully reassuring presence - something close to it.
David's grip is gentle, and his hand feels more or less human - there's something subtly not quite right about the texture of his skin, and it's more room temperature warm than genuine body heat - but he still holds on and starts to lead the way up to the deck and the upper levels.
He's not sure if he should acknowledge this or not, that the gesture is probably more appreciated than she realizes. This is supposed to be about making her feel better, not how he's still caught off guard by the people who are able to see him as something more, or just different.]
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David's grip is gentle, and his hand feels more or less human - there's something subtly not quite right about the texture of his skin, and it's more room temperature warm than genuine body heat - but he still holds on and starts to lead the way up to the deck and the upper levels.
He's not sure if he should acknowledge this or not, that the gesture is probably more appreciated than she realizes. This is supposed to be about making her feel better, not how he's still caught off guard by the people who are able to see him as something more, or just different.]