"Not J, he's like, your kid, I mean like... a Jin robot," she protests, and snorts. "Come back with that after you grow up some more, Juicy."

"You had plenty to live for last time too," she says, her voice half-muffled. "You just didn't have the chance to get to it." Her hug tightens, and she's silent for a long moment. Eventually, she pulls back, and tugs her phone out of her back pocket. She settles it on her palm to navigate the menus, and then tucks it between her arm and her chest.

"There's your hug, J," she says, "Dad, you really should build him something I can hug! Phones are too tough."