This was going to be difficult. Bruce was willing to talk with him about it now, but how long would that last once it was all laid out plain? Jarvis was anxious. Knowing how people tended to react, he doubted it would make it easy for them to occupy the same house.

But Bruce deserved to hear his findings. They would be a point of scientific curiosity, and it would put it to rest so Bruce would at least stop looking at him as if he'd just said something truly odd.

"One of the conclusions that I'd managed to reach is that I may be experiencing emotional attachment, of the sort that is generally accompanied by physical affection, though I lack any such urge to act on such things beyond what would be deemed appropriate in polite company. Popular culture refers to it as asexuality, which feels appropriate given the circumstances. In short, I seem to have inclinations of the, for lack of a better term, romantic variety. And given that you are one of the only two people I have interacted with at length since coming into this new condition, it is easy enough to narrow down the cause."

And now he just felt somewhat deflated. His face wasn't pink, and he wasn't standing up quite as straight upright as he normally did. He was focusing on scrubbing a tough bit of clinging something from the inside of the pot, brow furrowed deeply. He wasn't afraid of rejection, not really, but he doubted that Bruce would be at all comfortable with the idea.