She looked over at him sympathetically. "How are you feeling?" * * * He nodded in agreement, heading over to an intercom system. "Scouting Crew to the Captain." Stephanie's head jerked up and she hurried over to the system. "Yes, yes. Go ahead." "Our initial inspection has proven inconclusive. Beginning a full sweep." She frowned, still looking concerned. "Received. Please check in between each sector." "Received. Units out." * * * "Are you a control freak?"
He looked up at her, his head tilted. "I'm just fine." *** Amira waited ,standing patiently. Alex folded his arms. "Told you." *** "No. I just clean."
She reached over, ruffling his hair gently, and Digit emitted a small whine. * * * Derek turned to her. "Let's start." * * * She frowned. "I'm allowed to worry." * * * "Don't you get bored?"
Basel looked down at Digit, saying nothing. *** She nodded, starting off. "What if we don't find it?" *** "I know, I know. I was just saying." *** She laid back. "Of course. Often times."
Anya looked concerned, looking down at Digit who was whimpering as he looked at Basel. "What is the issue, sweet one?" she cooed, sitting down next to Basel. * * * "We'll find it," he replied grimly. * * * "I'm their captain. Who is going to worry if not me?" * * * "Make a mess, then."
He didn't say anything, folding his hands. *** She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, remaining silent. *** "All of us. We're all worried for each other." *** She squinted at him. "No."
She frowned, leaning against Basel. With this proximity, Digit leaped out of her arms, going down to the floor. * * * "Don't you believe me?" * * * She tilted her head curiously. "You're a strange one." * * * "Do it. Live a little."
She looked up at Basel. "What do we do?" * ** "It's fine to be worried. But let's maintain some belief here." * * * "It isn't in your job description."
She looked over at him before leaning over and kissing his cheek. * * * He looked around before looking over at her. "No splitting up, right?" * ** "Yes. It isn't a part of your assignment," she said primly. * * * "C'mon, coward. Do it."
He looked over at her with a sigh. "I should probably do some work while I'm here." *** She nodded reassuringly. "No splitting up." *** "It's not something I can control." *** She glared at him.
"Oh?" she asked, swinging her legs off the side of the couch. "What work?" * * * "Good," he said distractedly. "I'd be lost without you." * * * She looked confused. "Sure it is. Just turn it off." * * * "What?"
He shrugged slowly, going over to his desk. "Same as usual." *** She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, maybe flushing slightly. *** He frowned. "Turn what off?" *** "I'm not making a mess."
She frowned as Digit leaped up to the couch when Basel left, curling up in her lap. "Oh. Okay." * * * He didn't seem to notice, looking around the corner into the next hallway. "Okay. Let's head out." * * * "The worry," she said, striding past him and returning to the engine. "The concern. It isn't your job." * * * "C'mon, Jules. Live a little!"
He looked back. "Is that okay?" *** She nodded, following him. *** "I can't turn it off." *** "That's not living."
“It is,” she said. “It just makes me worried.” *** They began their sweep, taking the far end of the ship. *** She paused, turning back to look at him. “How do you stop being sad when you’re sad?” *** “It would be for me.”
He frowned. "How come?" *** She was behind him, looking around cautious. *** "I.. just keep being sad," he said. *** "Why this?"
“I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right to be anything while we’re in quarantine.” *** “We just feel like sitting ducks.” *** She looked at him for a moment. “That’s strange.” *** “Because you’re never messy, Jules.”
He frowned, coming over to her. "I don't have to." *** She nodded, looking up at him. "It feels.. weird." *** "I thought it was normal." *** "I can be messy," she said, crossing her arms.
