[He sat in on design meetings for human beings. They were designed to be exceedingly simple (he thought). Bodies, places, support animals and plants, upkeep the planet. Then he was here and - all of the things they had put into this were not simple at all. This wasn't in the design (was it?). This touch, this hug, this warm feeling at the center of his celestial core.

It's so confusing and it hurts to think about. There's an ache in his head, in this stupid body's skull. His arms twitch at his sides before he reaches one arm around her - gently - tentatively - and then the other. Not so bad. Jane touched him, Jane kissed him, and there are other people this is how humans express affection.

Arms around her he applies pressure gently and in that moment he's the angel he's told humanity he's supposed to be.]

...Days don't suck. They don't have mouths and mouths suck.

[But he gently moves his hands to her shoulder for one more squeeze before letting go and standing there allowing her to remain in place.

It's strange, some weird instinct clicking into place like a rusted piece of metal that says she needs that comfort.]

...I remember when we were told about day and night. I think that I was against the idea of "night". I mean who wouldn't want it to be daytime all the time? The sun is beautiful. I mean it's a masterwork. We made it before we made days and it had to be special because-

[pause. He stares down at her and frowns.] I'm rambling I think.

[Another pause]

...This is the part where I do something in return right? I want to. I want to because I ...I needed that.