[Usually, she can do sitting quietly, but it's always been a little awkward with Trip. She always feels like she should be saying something to him, or leaving. She wanted to do both at the moment, and studied one of the candles she kept on her desk to keep from giving into either. Khoteth's purring intensified, but she steadfastly did not look at either of them.
He'd always made these things difficult. A part of her - a bigger part than she really liked to consider - wanted to blame him for it. He made emotionality easy to give into, but she couldn't do that the way he could.
Setting aside her book, she shifted forward again, settling her feet on the floor, and sitting almost rigidly next to him. In her mind, they were bound; in his, she wasn't sure. Had she started to pull away again, when he came aboard? Had she already started pushing him back? Or did his memories only stretch as far as their grief?
She turned to look at him, finally, trying to look impassive and, as usual, failing.]
You do want her returned, [she half-asked. The answer was obvious, but illogicality demanded she hear it from him.]
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He'd always made these things difficult. A part of her - a bigger part than she really liked to consider - wanted to blame him for it. He made emotionality easy to give into, but she couldn't do that the way he could.
Setting aside her book, she shifted forward again, settling her feet on the floor, and sitting almost rigidly next to him. In her mind, they were bound; in his, she wasn't sure. Had she started to pull away again, when he came aboard? Had she already started pushing him back? Or did his memories only stretch as far as their grief?
She turned to look at him, finally, trying to look impassive and, as usual, failing.]
You do want her returned, [she half-asked. The answer was obvious, but illogicality demanded she hear it from him.]