He could see that pain in Avon's face, just for the moment that it was there. Of course, someone else might not have. But Data's pale skin took in ever beat of his heart, his eyes every tick of the other's face. An attention to detail that would have made a human appreciate something less, but he valued it all the more for its imperfections.

He leaned in, pressing his lips against Avon's in a gesture of gentle support, mutually meant and soft and lingering.

"The pilot is setting down the agreed transport ship now..."

Data pulled back, finding himself rolling his eyes up at the male Perseid. He was sure that 90% of the time even during his most socially inept times in his life that he still announced himself whenever he entered a room. Still, he showed inexplicable patience. If anyone were to invade your privacy, generally Perseids were the most well-meaning group to do so. "Please give your supervisor our thanks."