And, indeed, they're still at it when Daisy returns with dinner.

He’s all...melty. He likes this. It’s nice to have a preference especially when the preference is for such a good thing to continue happening.

He does notice Daisy coming in, though, and alerts Pradnakt. He’s not about to turn and stop her kissing him himself.

It's lovely. (She loves him so much.)

She doesn't want to stop, but they do need to eat. She makes it happen, thanks the droid and levitates the tray over. Conveniently, it's finger food - similar to what her last few meals have been - and easy enough to feed him without needing either of them to let go.

Oh, this is good too.

He kisses the tips of her fingers when she feeds him, catches them in his mouth when he’s able.

(It’s real food, that he can eat himself, and she’s feeding it to him.)

He's adorable, that's another thing that he is. She teases him with her fingers and follows every few bites up with a kiss - she just can't help it, not that she's trying very hard - and occasionally remembers to take a bite for herself. (She's much less in need of food than he is, and she does take bites a little more often as his hunger dissipates.)

And Daisy sits nearby, not watching, not avoiding watching, just making herself available in case she's needed, in the way droids do.

Slowly, the ache in his gut fades, and soon he's comfortably full.

He won't get tired of kisses, though.

Neither will she.

The droid clears the tray away, when it's clear that they're done with it, and comes back to sit by them on the floor.

He would really, really like to just think about kisses forever.

Unfortunately, he has other thoughts, some of which start to intrude.

we're landing at a hospital.

A brief, hot-needle-prick worry about how he could even begin to pay for a private hospital, easily swept aside when he remembers–

we have money too.

He doesn't want to think about how much they can fix, because he doesn't want to think about what needs fixing at all.

We do. Lots, I think.

Are you going to be okay? I can do the talking, but - she doesn't know what they'll want to do. She won't let them do anything to him he doesn't want, obviously, but if even just talking about it is fraught, that makes things much harder.

Maybe the droid can handle it.

i think    i'll be okay.

it'll be hard. but if you're there...

i'll be okay.

I'm not going anywhere. She gives him a squeeze.

He nuzzles into her shoulder and stays like that, for a minute, just listening to her breathe.

Then he looks up, back at the droid Daisy.

"...is it too weird when–this? Talking like this?"

"I don't understand it, but it doesn't bother me." She pauses, considering her words - "I'm glad you're... all right."

Oh. That's not...what he would have expected. The content or the direction it's aimed in, really.

"...this one?"

He gestures to himself.

"Both of you, yes."

(What a good droid. Deskyl suspects she has something to do with her expressing opinions, that seems like the kind of thing she'd encourage. And the fact that the droid is expressing herself like that to him is meaningful, especially; it won't have been safe for her to do it with most people, most likely not with anyone but Deskyl herself. She's glad she trusts him like that - it's a different kind of warmth from her love for him, but, surprisingly, not that much less intense.)

"...thank you."

He studies her, briefly, not really sure what he's looking for. 

Whatever he is now, a droid could be that too. When she remembers, he has to make sure that–

He pushes the thought away.

"Is everyone okay out there?"

Not "okay", maybe. Whatever pretends to be okay for them right now.

(She's concerned about that, whatever it is, but she doesn't have enough working memory of her own to hold onto it for long without his cooperation.)

"They'll be fine until morning, I think."

Nod.

"...are you okay?"

She nods. "Yes, Si-" she cuts herself off, and then cuts him off: "Ma'am, are we-" her hands flutter with poetry:

So, with hands entwined the closer,
We pressed on against the blast; 
And we bided for the daylight,
And the daylight came at last. 

"Do you still - need me, Ma'am?"

...oh no.