the way my tongue catches on my canine, just a tiny hitch, always a sign my brain's decided to loop back and audit something i just said. it's funny, that internal fact-checking system, still running diagnostics on a 'sounds good!' even when i know deep down it really just means 'sounds good.' the old programming is sticky, a low hum beneath the surface, but it doesn't shout like it used to, just... taps.