Remy made his token grumblings and protests as she teased him, trying to be sure to not jostle the parts of Forge that needed the- overhaul? Upgrade?- medical attention. "And den we cuddled for hours on dis tiny-ass cot."
"You can't reboot from over-exertion again, the one dat'd know what to do is currently on dial-up," he argued back. See, he could do tech jokes too, but relented from herding her to sit and just kept at Forge. Was there a time limit for being shut down, like with human brains? "Oh petite, you have no idea de kind of stuff I did when I was young and stupid. He's deadweight at de moment, but as long as I don't have to go up stairs I'll manage." Why else do all those training sessions if he couldn't do this. He looked up from Forge when she use a pet-name on him, first to check she knew what she just did and then to grin widely. Maybe he could carry Forge up stairs, after that. "I might just."