Rinzler stalls. Rinzler hesitates. It's no surprise that Yori moves before he does. But the direction catches him off-guard, and as fingers brush gently against his arm, Clu's enforcer goes very still. Rinzler knows how to be grabbed and struck and reached for in a fight—and how to twist away, to make his prey suffer for trying. Rinzler knows how to submit to his administrator: touch-scans and tests, punishment or claim or the force and weight of Clu's affection.
Yori is different. Her touch is fleeting, careful, and enough to leave the ghost-sensation looping after for the better part of a full shift. He stares back as she smiles. Did Tron feel this way, too?
The memories are there, in reach, but Rinzler doesn't look. He doesn't want to.
(He wants something to be his.)
Fingers twitch, still paused just over the keys. Words are still too hard, but Yori isn't asking for them, and after a moment, Rinzler's mask ducks in a nod. She can.
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Yori is different. Her touch is fleeting, careful, and enough to leave the ghost-sensation looping after for the better part of a full shift. He stares back as she smiles. Did Tron feel this way, too?
The memories are there, in reach, but Rinzler doesn't look. He doesn't want to.
(He wants something to be his.)
Fingers twitch, still paused just over the keys. Words are still too hard, but Yori isn't asking for them, and after a moment, Rinzler's mask ducks in a nod. She can.