[L's response to the SQUIP moving away, even just a little, is reaching out to grasp for its shirt, its wrist, anything within reach just to keep it nearby. If it wanders, after all, it could leave again. It could put unwanted and terrifying distance between them, and not only are they Bonded, they agreed to an arrangement. The SQUIP is meant to help him, the SQUIP is meant to work on him. His goals are their goals.
He props himself up on his elbows, glowering petulantly.]
You're dissatisfied with my behavior... so do what you do and correct it.
[He yanks insistently on whatever he's managed to grab.]
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He props himself up on his elbows, glowering petulantly.]
You're dissatisfied with my behavior... so do what you do and correct it.
[He yanks insistently on whatever he's managed to grab.]
Improve me. Or you're no use to me.