[From the sounds of it, everyone being a Cole would even be an improvement; he's too used to people having motivations beyond simply wanting to help or understand. At length, he finally replies– but not before encrypting his next message. Just because Dorian's willing to be understanding doesn't mean everyone else is.]

It's alright. [Surprisingly, that doesn't even feel as much of a lie as Adam had expected it to.] Should probably get used to talking about it anyway. If I'm being honest, I'm not really used to being the authority on how my own body works.

[For a while, he'd wanted absolutely nothing to do with it– but by inches, he'd finally come to realize that that just wasn't an option. For better or worse, this is... Him. And he needs the machine parts working just as well as the rest of him, whatever ensuring that entails.

At the very least, it entails being more open than he's used to being. Trust is a commodity: requires spending it to receive anything in return.]

There're different models of augs for just about any use you could think of. Limbs designed for heavy construction, for military use, mechanical work, sports– none of them are going to work the same way as the others.

Mine weren't designed with the need for a particularly soft touch in mind. [Kind of the opposite, his tone implies.]