For a robot like Rabbit, whose mind was always ticking ahead at full steam, thoughts constantly tumbling and turning and sparking within him, silence just was so rarely an option. Quietness was just a completely awkward affair, even among his brothers at times, the still air seemingly stifling enough that he had to butt in with some comment or other, anything to break the lull in conversation.

But sometimes, every now and then, he didn't feel quiet so twitchy and engulfed by the quiet when alone with Alyss. Sometimes it was comfortable and nice. Like now, with her fingers dancing across his face, his neck, his chest. Peeking an optic open at her, his own grip around her waist loosening enough that he could run fingers lightly down her spine.