"I'm still getting used to it myself," honestly. He took the silent offer, and really wasn't surprised about the smaller size. It looked to be a common thing with the bronze 'bot. Arms folded just behind his back, gaze alternating between looking over the room and resting on his youngest.

"Even after being here for a few months." Overwhelmed he'd been himself, and still was at times. First seeing them as they were when for him they were but a year old, and then Delilah alive; Now there was Six, a blood relative that he was some.. grandparent of? Peter lightly rested a hand against Hatchworth's shoulder, "How does it feel to see yourself?"

Let's not talk about the awkwardness with him yes.