[The holodeck, huh? His lips curl a little at that, and he adjusts his jacket — beat up but holding up, fancy that; the thing was made out of liquid steel or something — and makes his way over to the usual place. There's a lot of hologram rooms, but he knows the right one.
It gave him time to think, walking. Sometimes, sometimes, he'd think about LB. There's a fucking plethora of things that haunt him and even more things to make him angry or sad or suddenly and professionally cold and neutral, but hey — people like Heather and Murphy and all the castaways here help make him happier. LB was definitely on the list.
So yeah, hanging out isn't a problem. Even if he's starting to have a few problems with it. Mostly, his face burning a little red; Alex was never good with the ladies, it's true, but it's hardly why he's starting to recoil mentally around her.
Blame it on the dreams. God, the dreams. Why is he even going there? Stuck on a killer ship after your life is ground up into powder, and you're having dreams about boning your friends.
No, no no, even thinking it like that makes him uncomfortable.
OH HEY THERE YOU ARE, LB. He clears his throat and smiles, shoving the whole thing out of his mind like he usually's so good at. Sort of. Kind of. Not at all.]
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It gave him time to think, walking. Sometimes, sometimes, he'd think about LB. There's a fucking plethora of things that haunt him and even more things to make him angry or sad or suddenly and professionally cold and neutral, but hey — people like Heather and Murphy and all the castaways here help make him happier. LB was definitely on the list.
So yeah, hanging out isn't a problem. Even if he's starting to have a few problems with it. Mostly, his face burning a little red; Alex was never good with the ladies, it's true, but it's hardly why he's starting to recoil mentally around her.
Blame it on the dreams. God, the dreams. Why is he even going there? Stuck on a killer ship after your life is ground up into powder, and you're having dreams about boning your friends.
No, no no, even thinking it like that makes him uncomfortable.
OH HEY THERE YOU ARE, LB. He clears his throat and smiles, shoving the whole thing out of his mind like he usually's so good at. Sort of. Kind of. Not at all.]
I - uh. Didn't keep you, did I?