[ 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. ]
[He knows that her doors are always open, and it means more to him than he'll ever let on. The fact that he's letting her touch him so casually and intimately says a lot, and he tries to hold onto that.
[ It does say a lot, and she may be pushing the envelope a bit as she shifts to lean her shoulder against his arm, but she'll freely utilize her excuse of maybe still being a little drunk and indulge herself in an easier bond.
And it leaves her both hands to wrap around her mug to continue sipping the hot chocolate in comfortable silence. ]
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[ 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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[He knows that her doors are always open, and it means more to him than he'll ever let on. The fact that he's letting her touch him so casually and intimately says a lot, and he tries to hold onto that.
Small steps.]
Thank you, Angela.
~~~~~~FIN??~~~~~~
[ It does say a lot, and she may be pushing the envelope a bit as she shifts to lean her shoulder against his arm, but she'll freely utilize her excuse of maybe still being a little drunk and indulge herself in an easier bond.
And it leaves her both hands to wrap around her mug to continue sipping the hot chocolate in comfortable silence. ]