You reach your hand to cup his face, your thumb brushing against his cheek. He does not react. He looks up at you with programmed eagerness. You wonder if he knows how to feel.
You slide your hand around his head, feeling the back of his neck. There is a divot there. Gently, you press your finger into it until you feel a 'click.'
His eyes dim, and against your hand he goes still.
You sigh, though no air escapes you.