[ He moves beside her and her breath catches in her throat. It's stupid, and she's being ridiculous in letting her emotions get the best of her like this, but even with how hard she'd tried to let go of her feelings since their conversation, they come rushing right back in with his close proximity. She finds herself taking a large sip of the bright green drink in an attempt to calm her nerves.
That emphasis isn't lost in her — she has to shove down the pang of grief that spikes through her. He isn't James, she knows that all too well, and it'll be better for the both of them if she finds more ways to keep them separate in her mind. ]
Well, we'd best get to it. The calm never seems to last long around here.
[ The joke doesn't quite land, the words coming out a bit more strained than she'd intended, but hopefully he'll take the encouragement for what it is. ]
[ It’s a tiny cracked door, but he’ll take it and sidle his way in. He’s been shot down in far worse ways. And James takes the conversation and La’an’s strained words in stride as he always does, with a cheerful sip of his drink, casual and affable and unflappable as if everything about this conversation is perfectly normal.
It’s one of his strengths: that easy charm, the way he often befriends people by not working himself into knots about it. ]
Seriously. Seemed like I had to buy you a drink before we all dissolved into blobs of paint, or wound up phased halfway across the universe, or turned into dinosaurs, or [ meeting our evil twins, he almost says, but thankfully manages to swallow it at the last second, pivoting: ] being transformed into our childhood selves or something. The Farragut’s had its share of weird incidents, sure, but the Enterprise seems to take the cake.
Not that that’s a bad thing, [ James is quick to add, shooting a sideways glance at her. ] It’s admirable, actually. How this crew works the problem together.
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That emphasis isn't lost in her — she has to shove down the pang of grief that spikes through her. He isn't James, she knows that all too well, and it'll be better for the both of them if she finds more ways to keep them separate in her mind. ]
Well, we'd best get to it. The calm never seems to last long around here.
[ The joke doesn't quite land, the words coming out a bit more strained than she'd intended, but hopefully he'll take the encouragement for what it is. ]
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It’s one of his strengths: that easy charm, the way he often befriends people by not working himself into knots about it. ]
Seriously. Seemed like I had to buy you a drink before we all dissolved into blobs of paint, or wound up phased halfway across the universe, or turned into dinosaurs, or [ meeting our evil twins, he almost says, but thankfully manages to swallow it at the last second, pivoting: ] being transformed into our childhood selves or something. The Farragut’s had its share of weird incidents, sure, but the Enterprise seems to take the cake.
Not that that’s a bad thing, [ James is quick to add, shooting a sideways glance at her. ] It’s admirable, actually. How this crew works the problem together.