[ Everything is fine. It's all raw and ragged like a wound, the memory of her, floating in space devoid of her voice. It's the slowly snowballing sense of failure (I was supposed to take care of you) that despite what she'd told him of taking care of each other... he still felt as if he'd somehow missed the target, abandoned her.
Forget it.
She's here now.
He turns his head to find the area where a small line of people forms, filing in one by one. A shower would be good, he realizes, sliding fingers through his tacky, razed hair briefly, nodding. ]
Passenger run departments?
[ He moves with her gradually in the direction of the showers. ]
no subject
[ Everything is fine. It's all raw and ragged like a wound, the memory of her, floating in space devoid of her voice. It's the slowly snowballing sense of failure (I was supposed to take care of you) that despite what she'd told him of taking care of each other... he still felt as if he'd somehow missed the target, abandoned her.
Forget it.
She's here now.
He turns his head to find the area where a small line of people forms, filing in one by one. A shower would be good, he realizes, sliding fingers through his tacky, razed hair briefly, nodding. ]
Passenger run departments?
[ He moves with her gradually in the direction of the showers. ]