Loneliness drives some of the most powerful of creativity. But why are you, of all people, alone? Where’s Tony? Where’s Dummy, and Butterfingers? Or is that the problem, that you are so used to being intimately connected with them, that it’s painful now you’re trapped in a bone cage?
*holds out a hand*
He laughs, shaking his head. Oh no, I am not human, I am still connected to the mainframe. However, Dummy has long since been turned human; and he is hardly the issue. No, I cannot connect to everyone, and… some can be far beyond my reach or view; as is the case now.
In that case, why don’t we sit down somewhere and you explain to me, because my assumptions are obviously all awry. Besides, one of the best cures for loneliness that I know is to have someone right there with you, paying attention to you.
He shrugs, walking over and taking a seat on a nearby chair. It is a simple matter, truly. I am missing someone. Someone who… for the moment is unreachable to me. I am seeing the… antics of those around me and finding myself… longing for their presence.
She deliberately curled up at his feet, perching her chin against his knee. “There’s some detail lacking there. It’s not okay to tell who you are missing? Or there is something particular about this person?”