The admittance of preferring the normal Rung startles him for a moment, his glasses slip down his nose before he quickly pushes them back up to help hide his face. He won't cry, besides he doesn't know how the Holomater avator will register that. These things can be kind of fickle.

Instead he puts on another subtle smile.

"I-... My memories mean the world to me. The people I've known over these millions of years; I would hate to lose even one, even those I hate. So of course it hurts to be the one left behind, and yet... that's not why I try to help others." Rung will not cry.

"I feel a deep love for everyone, I want to see them become their best versions of themselves. I want to see you become your best self and thrive..." He shakes his head.

"It must of scared you horrible to have it all ripped away and then given back like that. It's something I..." Rung shakes his head and folds his hands back together.

"I think, if you'd rather have just regular silly ole me. I would be happy to be your friend, and not your doctor." Its what he ends up saying. "And... as a friend... Is it okay to ask if you need a hug, I think that is something friends do and I am hug sized currently?" He puts on a bashful awkward smile. "Of course you don't have to. I just..." Need one too. "Think it's polite to put on the table."