[It's an unconscious impulse that prompts him to follow the contact, leaning into the scientist's weight like a cat, taking any little scrap of affection as an invitation, although he's content just to sit. It's as much reassurance for himself as it is for the other, solid proof that, even for as strange and upsetting as things get, as unusual and terrifying as every day is in some capacity, it's at least real. Or as real as anything can be said to be in Night Vale, anyway. He smiles in return, pleased at the reception, pleased there's a reception to be made.]
Mostly. Sometimes it's boring, like those experiments when you pour things into other things and sit and watch them for a while? Or just sit at your desk and play with measuring devices and tweasers? But the ones where something explodes or grows are fun. And I like the ones where you don't have to sit in the lab for hours. But I like spending time with you more. And you like doing science. So...I like doing science with you, yes.
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Mostly. Sometimes it's boring, like those experiments when you pour things into other things and sit and watch them for a while? Or just sit at your desk and play with measuring devices and tweasers? But the ones where something explodes or grows are fun. And I like the ones where you don't have to sit in the lab for hours. But I like spending time with you more. And you like doing science. So...I like doing science with you, yes.