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[She sounds exhausted, voice strained as hell because emotional control is awesome but it'll only last so long with the Barge's fuckery.]

Severus. Enough. [A short pause, because this kind of hurts like hell.] Taking out your anger on others is illogical. [No she isn't having trouble speaking, really. Okay maybe a little.]

(((She's stuck int he infirmary on death toll, but her inmate's being a troll. :< Not private because fff that would take too much effort. Spam for anybody in the infirmary? Whatever's good. <3)))

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[Fff. She glanced toward him, but couldn't keep that up for long. Secret shame is...kind of secret. T'Pol shifted, nodding a little awkwardly.]

Yes.

[Sam just smiled a little.]

Looked weird anyway.

[He paused, why so awkward Sam?]

You all back?

[Because he's made of awkward. She nodded slightly, fighting her own aches and pains.]

Yes.

[So talkative. But after a moment, she glanced up at him again.]

I'm sorry, Sam.

[Sam looked a little confused as he regarded her.]

For what?

[Oh yeah, that mind-melding business.]

[Awkward awkward awkward she doesn't even know how to approach this what the hell.]

The mindmeld. I have never - I am sorry.

[Sam just runs a hand through his hair.]

Uh. Yeah. Don't, uh, worry about it.

[Oh yeah don't worry about it FF SURE. SHE'LL DO THAT. T'POl just looks away again. So much guilt. Needs her attention. Yeah.]

[Sam pauses to look awkwardly down at the hands folded in his lap.]

I, uh, how much did you see about, uh, us?

[Fff Sam. It's complicated.]

Enough to be - enough for her to be reminded of what she knew of the Federation.

[Sam nodded. Oh, so, so awkward.]

[They deserve a fucking medal.]

I lost...she lost track, in the riot. What happened?

We got separated. I don't know.

I meant to you. [Being in the infirmary and all.]

Me?

[He pauses.]

Shot in the head.

I'm sorry. [Maybe it was separation difficulties. The other T'Pol had wanted to keep him safe.]

[Sam looks up from his hands. Wait, another apology from her?]

You weren't there, it's not your fault.

[Yes. He should get used to those.]

No, it wasn't. [But she probably could have stopped it. Maybe. Guilt, she has a lot of guilt right now.]

[Sam swallows a little.]

Then, uh, don't worry about it. Guilt doesn't do anything but tear you up.

[Yeah, he knows what he just said. But ffff taking his own advice would be stupid. He's a manry man.]

I'm Vulcan. I don't experience guilt. [It was such, such bullshit but Sam's getting a pointed look anyway because FFFFF.]

[Sam's face shuttered up a little, eyebrows drawn in toward the bridge of his nose.]

Yeah, uh, nevermind then.

[Well. Whoops. She fell silent for a few moments, attention drifting before she slid it back to him.]

You should take your own advice.

[Sam just nods.]

[Okay. Silence is awesome, since talking is twelve kinds of not enjoyable.]

[Rolling over to emo. BRB.]

[They suck hard at this. :|]

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