[ he feels her approach, but doesn't say anything (obviously.) he doesn't even look her way, testing his tent as the rain starts to fall gently around them. if she came to kill him, she may as well do it now while his back is turned.
but after he's through prepping his sleeping area, moby dick laid over the covers open to a page somewhere in the middle, she's still there. and now her device is in his face. it's impossible to keep the hurt out of his eyes, though he'd meant what he said. he doesn't blame her for any of this.
his own device slips out of his jumpsuit pocket, holding up the message with a lifted eyebrow. ] nice pajamas.
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but after he's through prepping his sleeping area, moby dick laid over the covers open to a page somewhere in the middle, she's still there. and now her device is in his face. it's impossible to keep the hurt out of his eyes, though he'd meant what he said. he doesn't blame her for any of this.
his own device slips out of his jumpsuit pocket, holding up the message with a lifted eyebrow. ] nice pajamas.