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[Private to Ardent]

Your warden has been indisposed for the time being. If you are in need of anything, I will endeavor to have it seen to.

[Private to Ray]

[Hey, remember that talk they had? Yeah. Her too.] Are you awake?

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[No kidding.]

I just-- [He lets his head fall back against his pillow and exhales, frustrated, closing his eyes. He would like that headache to go away now.] I just don't know what-- I mean, what's his deal? [He blinks his one good eye open and peers at T'Pol sideways.] Do you know?

[There's a tiny frown between her eyebrows, just for a moment.] He's a Time Lord, from the same planet as the Doctors. I don't know why he acts the way he does.

Time Lord. [Ray frowns.] You mean he's an alien? [And here he was thinking, after having made T'Pol's acquaintance, that aliens weren't as bad as late 20th century media made them sound.]

He is. [Some of the species out there really aren't that great. Like Klingons. Not so great. She lapses into silence, not sure what to say on the subject.]

I should let you rest.

Hm? Oh. [He's momentarily distracted there, having a miserable, everyone-on-this-ship-is-nuts-or-an-alien moment of overwhelming homesickness. He doesn't even remember why he came here in the first place. It must've seemed like a good idea at the time. If that was it, boy was he ever wrong about that one.] Yeah. I mean, if you've got, you know, stuff . . . [He trails off, not entirely sure whether he wants T'Pol to stay or to go, and trying to hide how emotional he's feeling all of a sudden.]

[Oh, emotions. She shifts slightly in her chair, watching him for a moment before glancing away.]

I could stop by again later, after you've rested.

[He can tell he's making her uncomfortable, so he blinks a few times, suppressing this feeling of desperately not wanting to be here, at least for the moment. It's not like it's helping anything, anyway.]

Yeah. I mean, sure. Only if you want to, though. I'm--I'll be fine.

[He gives her a slight smile that tries to be reassuring and fails due to looking pretty wobbly around the edges. He is tired, and doing this whole getting emotional thing in front of T'Pol, of all people, is kind of awkward. So yeah. He thinks he does want her to leave. He doesn't want her to think that he didn't appreciate her coming to see him, either, though, so he looks around and gestures vaguely at the muffin basket.]

D'you want a muffin? They're blueberry. Someone dropped 'em off earlier, but I--well, y'know. Take 'em. If you want them.

[Glancing at the muffins, T'Pol uncrosses her legs and rises smoothly, shaking her head slightly.] Thank you, but no. [She didn't know what exactly went into the making of muffins, but she didn't really want to risk it.] Perhaps one of the infirmary staff will enjoy them.

[She hesitated for a moment, looking for something to say or do, but nothing came to mind. T'Pol inclined her head slightly.] I - hope you're well soon, [she said, before turning to go.]

Thanks. [He looks after her as she leaves. When she's just out the door, he remembers that he never asked her about the shades. She didn't bring them with her, so his room was probably locked. That's one good thing, at least.]

[He turns onto his side and pulls the blankets up almost all the way over his head. It's warm down here, quiet and dark, and he closes his eyes, trying to empty his mind. He thought he would have to take a moment to deal with feeling so damn out of place, but turns out that he's too tired for that right now. Only a few minutes after T'Pol left, Ray's already asleep.]

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