cadeuces: (tell me where is that taking me?)
ᴅʀ. ᴀɴɢᴇʟᴀ ❝ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ❞ ᴢɪᴇɢʟᴇʀ ([personal profile] cadeuces) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2016-07-15 07:29 am (UTC)

You don't have to apologize; I understand.

[ And that's said as sincerely as possible. She's thought about it a lot; how he'd feel to be back here. How it must feel to be surrounded by your old friends and have (almost) none of them recognize you. To hide from everyone, keeping his knowledge of their lives and preferences to himself. Her hand stays on his shoulder and slips down to the crook of his elbow, resting there. ]

We don't need to speak of it if you don't want to. You can always duck into medbay if you want some time to yourself though, you know.

[ Well, that clearly wasn't what she'd meant; rather, if he wanted to seek solace somewhere he could be himself. Her door is always open to him, and they didn't have to talk about anything. She enjoys his company, just as she is now. A simple touch, easy little gestures like the fact that he cared enough to bring her hot chocolate. She's never required much. ]

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