[ "Nothing wrong with weird", huh? Maybe he's right. She giggles softly, then leans against him. He's not nearly as comfortable as the pillow, but his warm metal will always be a comfort. ]

Better to be weird with someone than weird alone.

[ After thinking on it briefly, she sets down the book she'd been about to open and pulls his hand down from her cheek. It's not from being tired of being touched or lead them down a naughtier path. It's all for purely innocent reasons. She's just never been able to really look at him like this, up close and personal. To see the differences. She wants to know everything about her...friend.

Her fingers run over the joints of his hand, intrigued as always by how it feels to be touching metal instead of skin, like she's been otherwise getting used to. ]

I'll teach you lots and lots, don't worry. But, um, if you don't mind me asking... [ For once, she says that instead of plowing right into demanding information. She looks up at his face. ] What does your kind do for fun? Or anything. Whatever you want to share. Because...I want to know more about you. Then maybe I can figure out more ways to make you smile.