Murderbot leans forward. Drapes its arms loosely around Klaus's shoulders and rests its head on top of Klaus's head.

It doesn't like touching. It hates being touched. But for a moment, it can tolerate being the person doing the touching. Just for a moment, here. Especially in a position where they can't look at it while it does so.

"Everything I just said. About people assuming you're worthy of respect, about being treated like an equal, about how much it hurts. I know that's what it feels like, because that's what I've been living, too." Its voice is a low, dull murmur, a rumble for Klaus's ears alone.