[Once he was certain Hajime would follow, Zero lead him away from the broom closet and down the hall, not once looking back at him. They walked in tense, awkward silence - though for the reploid, 'tense, awkward and silent' more or less summed up his day to day existence. He'd grown accustomed to it, and was as comfortable with this state of being as he could manage.

It didn't take long for them to reach his room. Zero opened the door and gestured over to the charging bed with a tilt of his head. Hajime was going to have to figure out how to do this sooner or later. Might as well be now.]

Sit down.