[ah, this doesn't seem that strange to Robin at all--he holds his arm out, hand relaxed, to at least extend the invitation for Tek to come and investigate. in the meantime, Robin can see patterns of things all over the other, threads wound and knotted from years and years of existing... but they're satisfactorily spread out, now. the pain that Tek has felt in his life is an understandable size, for one so big.]

It's hard to explain, but you just seem more like... yourself.

[he laughs at himself, the sound of a child's voice particularly easy to pick out among the small chorus.]

Well, of course you do. What a stupid statement...

[he gestures vaguely with his other arm, stretching it out to the side.]

And my, ah... Peripheral is wider. Different eyes.

[so he literally has an easier time getting all of Tek in the picture at one time.]