[ He does turn - he does as he's told, despite his defiant nature. She hasn't done anything for him to actively dislike her, so he's fine with doing as he's told. Beyond that, with the way she talks to him—she commands him—it feels like he's alive. If he could live on her voice and her orders alone, he likely wouldn't need Chroma in this place.

Once he's fully facing her, he places a hand on her shoulder. There's a little blood on his palm that bleeds into the cloth of what she's wearing, but it's just very little spots that would only be noticeable to the observant eye. ]

I need you to say it, because I don't know if I could hold this in any longer. I've been keeping to myself the whole day, but you had to come here.

[ He lets out a chuckle. It's beginning to dawn on him that she's feeling the same thing he is. She needs something just as much as he does. ]

So say it, so we can get this going.