He hesitates, faltering both visibly and in that pervasive mental hum stretched between them. Had he not asked? Had he phrased his question in a way that was strange? This is giving him a headache. It's like talking to Cathaway and Prince - like they're talking their way around the perimeter of a circle and he isn't sure anymore at what point they started, only he's certain they've doubled back on themselves somehow.

"I just wanted to know why you liked the androids, but you said you didn't want to tell me. So I said...uh... it'd be good to share that in case it was important? But," he shakes himself, mild. There's a distressed tremor to the rolling loop of his mind and he fidgets in the chair. It's an uncomfortable place to be; usually being under in the attention of another host is pleasant, but sometimes--

Sometimes he'd rather they didn't see him either.

"But if you don't think it is, that's fine. I was just wondering."