[ Odd, to be drawn to comfort, to a space designed for relaxation, when he hasn't in years. That should serve as a clue, but for the hold of the dream, the hushed allure of steady company in the late night. Wouldn't say no to a drink or to a walk.
He doesn't answer the first question; his standing there seems evidence enough, and Gaelio refrains generally from addressing the regularity of his nightmares. Easy enough, then, to fall in with a nod, but something nettles. ]
The scanners?
[ No, not that. Not the fact of a ship with scanners, which is rather by rote. Instead, the expectation that a walk would elucidate, rather than looking at the instruments. That they would keep close, that is, they must be docked on land. ]
Where are we?
[ It doesn't really matter. Though he doesn't smile back, his expression's mild. He's coming. ]
C - 2!
He doesn't answer the first question; his standing there seems evidence enough, and Gaelio refrains generally from addressing the regularity of his nightmares. Easy enough, then, to fall in with a nod, but something nettles. ]
The scanners?
[ No, not that. Not the fact of a ship with scanners, which is rather by rote. Instead, the expectation that a walk would elucidate, rather than looking at the instruments. That they would keep close, that is, they must be docked on land. ]
Where are we?
[ It doesn't really matter. Though he doesn't smile back, his expression's mild. He's coming. ]