"Coop what are you doing?" Hacker eyed his friend with some concern as he rested a hand atop of his, weaving their fingers together.
"It's called holding hands. People do that when they're dating."
"I see. So why are you doing it?"
Coop, unflappable as ever, barely reacted to the bizarre question. He just smiled slightly and continued tucking away at this fries. How could one of the smartest people he knew be such an idiot at the same time when he came to something as simple as romance? He knew Hacker wasn't ready to have the news laid out for him straight. Coop had to give it to him in baby steps.
"You said you wanted to do normal young people stuff. Dating is part of that."
"I see," the borg replied, shockingly seeming to except that explanation as he turned his attention back to his food, one hand still intertwined with Coop's. "Well as long as we're knocking things off the list, what else is there? We have eating at a restaurant, holding hands... what about wild parties?"
This time he actually managed to get a laugh out of the Radster. "Are you sure?"
Hacker paused, spoon hanging from his mouth. The thought of a dozen people trapped in the same room as him making noise and running around didn't strictly appeal. Still he had said he'd try and eating at a restaurant hadn't been too bad. Though he wasn't conscious of it, he held onto Coop's hand a little tighter.
"Maybe we can save that till the end."