[ Trying to accept his own worth is difficult, had made him want to look anywhere but at his friend, too ashamed of his own sentiments to face him properly.

This makes him look Turo straight in the eyes. ]

I have never thought of you as broken, not even once.

[ Inhale. Exhale. Okay, he's got this, even with his blood rushing in his ears and his head spinning from drink and feelings alike. ]

And nothing I have ever done for or with you can be described with a term so simple as 'maintenance'.

Whatever he thinks he built you for is of no consequence to me, or to anybody here. Whatever troubles continue to ail you merely mark you as a feeling individual, troubled as all beings are.

And certainly, the physical reality is that you are a machine. But this does not make you lesser. To me, the differences in our ways of being are a delight, a beautiful case of study, an adventure to embark on.

Please do not think that I have offered you friendship despite your robotic nature. I'm here with you because you are as you are, in full.