"And it's yours." Not someone else's, witnessed or felt by proxy. This is for him, every bit of it, and Locus presses his lips to the underside of his jaw. "I'm glad I was able to give you that."

Little AI growing from the experience and becoming something more in the process. And all that aside, there's something else there now, too. It feels like a bond strengthened, reaffirmed.

A bond he feels they may revisit in the days to come.