Shit. In a way, it would have been so much easier if Falcon had stayed true to form. Nothing for it, though; he drops into seiza on the blanket with infuriating grace, not too close by, folding his hands on his knees.

"Thank you," he says, softer than he meant to. If I'm a machine with a human soul, then that's the truth. He steels himself. "I wanted to apologise."