Firefly Glen the finite and the infinite

The sound of her voice should have sent warmth through him. He turned in the direction of the call and frowned, unsure whether he had the mental fortitude to actually go to see her. Atlas feared that he would make a fool of himself again, and when he felt uncertain of his place in the world as it was... well, he thought it was best if he kept himself painted in as nice a light as he could. 

After several minutes of mental squabble, the inkjet figure pointed himself toward where her voice had sounded and began his journey toward it. The journey wasn't a long one, and when he arrived where the younger girl was there was a stirring in his stomach that made him nervous. Atlas attempted a pathetic half-smile that only ended up looking like a grimace on his face. The expression he wore was fractured; he was not the same as he had been in their last meeting. 

"Meerkat," his voice sounded hoarse and ragged.