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If there was anyone among the team who Murderbot was especially glad it hadn't killed, it was you. Its reasons for this were simple, you didn't try to engage it in pointless conversation, you stopped trying to make eye contact with it when it didn't reciprocate, and you were almost as knowledgeable about 'The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon' as it was. Truly, it was astonished that any human, with such an inherently limited memory capacity, could have seen almost more of the series than it.
"I've been watching it since I was six" you explained one time when he dared to be the first to initiate conversation.
"My parents used to watch it with me, they've been into it since before I was even born. It really helped me to understand more about the worlds, how important it is to try to understand and accept different types of people, even if they might seem very different to you at first. I guess that's why I don't mind the silly stuff, the message is what's important"
Even though you were wrong about Sanctuary Moon being 'silly' (how could Captain Hossein ever be considered 'silly') it had to admit it had never thought of it in that way before. It supposed you were right, it had always enjoyed when other androids were introduced if they weren't automatically the bad guys. Maybe that was why you had never seemed as uncomfortable around it as the others.
It was still surprised, however, when it found itself willingly watching sanctuary moon with you in your quarters. Your flickering projector offered a far inferior viewing experience, not to mention the fact that he had to tune out the rest of the crew noisily going about their business in the habitat. Despite this, it found itself enjoying your presence, curled up in a frankly bizarre position at the foot of your bed. It had chosen to stand and you hadn't questioned it.
Every few minutes you made some comment about the characters or the plot and sometimes it responded. Usually this would have irritated it but, in this moment, this made it feel included. Like it was a part of a secret club in the habitat, just for the two of you.
Confusingly, it found itself wondering what it would be like to lie on the bed with you, like it had observed Pin-Lee and Arada do when they relaxed in their quarters. It wondered if proximity would feel as repulsive if it was with you.
Murderbot shut these thoughts down quickly, they were uncomfortable and frightening. For now, it would content itself with standing by your door, enjoying something only the two of you really understood.