Her name on his lips, she could listen to him say it forever. It was the single most pleasant thing she'd heard. It made her feel wanted? No, the program wanted her. Needed? But he could no sooner need her than anyone else. She could not understand the nature of the feeling but she wanted more of it.

"No!" Again she rushed to speak and fumbled to follow it up, bit now she had nothing to follow up with. "I am glad you told me, I would not have wanted to hear from another that you were gone. It would feel," There was that word again, feel. "I am glad you told me."

She wanted to touch him again, to feel his skin, but there was no reason for it. She could not assume so much nor could she over step her bounds. Her gingers traced over where he had brushed her skin trying to will the feeling, the memory of the contact back.