(journal entry 03); Last look around - Risa, early afternoon
takes place the day after the party at the bar and before the crew meeting before boarding and leaving Risa.
Last day here. This time tomorrow we'll be back on the ship. I think people are ready. I'm ready, truth be told, but I'll miss this place. So much happened here, these rooms, this beach, this water. It belonged to us, for just a few hours, and I'm not sure we'll ever have each other like this again.
Don't think so much ever happened to me in a week's time. It feels like it was always heading toward this, but still - a week ago things were still so different, so unsure. I don't feel that anymore. I thought I needed words, promises... after what happened with Joce, I didn't think I'd be able to watch someone I love be close with someone else, in any way. Too jealous. Too possessive.
Jim showed me otherwise, on all counts. Still not perfect, but fuck, after last night? I'll admit to being wrong about everything I thought I needed or wanted. All I need is him.
Wonder who'll be here next. Hope they're happy. Can't imagine they'll be like us. No one's like me and Jim.
Leonard looked around the cabin one more time as he finished packing. Not that there was much more here than before - a few bags from his shopping trip with George, the rifle he picked up for no real reason other than sentiment, tucked in its long bag, and the little sack of presents for Joanna. He'd also picked up something for Jim, tucked away in his travel bag next to his journal, but he was holding onto that for a little longer, for a more special occasion in addition to the cases of produce and more he'd had shipped straight to the ship's kitchen for their personal use.
In a little while the bags and his luggage would all be beamed to his quarters on board, so he wouldn't have to carry them around to the big meeting tonight. All that was left out was his dress uniform and a razor.
Jim was still inside working on his data pad, taking care of his last minute business, he guessed. Even during shore leave, there'd been captain duties he hadn't managed to shrug off. There was that meeting tonight, and a hundred other things on Jim's mind that he hadn't been able to completely forget, even here on their island paradise.
Okay, he was done. Time for one last dip in the water, he thought, standing in the clear blue water, last time to feel the warm suns on his skin like this, for a long time. Space was cold, he mused, laughing to himself at the memory of meeting Jim. Disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence... honestly, he only remembered saying that because Jim teased him about it that entire first year they hung out together.
His toes dug into the wet sand, the waves lapping at his knees.
Last day here. This time tomorrow we'll be back on the ship. I think people are ready. I'm ready, truth be told, but I'll miss this place. So much happened here, these rooms, this beach, this water. It belonged to us, for just a few hours, and I'm not sure we'll ever have each other like this again.
Don't think so much ever happened to me in a week's time. It feels like it was always heading toward this, but still - a week ago things were still so different, so unsure. I don't feel that anymore. I thought I needed words, promises... after what happened with Joce, I didn't think I'd be able to watch someone I love be close with someone else, in any way. Too jealous. Too possessive.
Jim showed me otherwise, on all counts. Still not perfect, but fuck, after last night? I'll admit to being wrong about everything I thought I needed or wanted. All I need is him.
Wonder who'll be here next. Hope they're happy. Can't imagine they'll be like us. No one's like me and Jim.
Leonard looked around the cabin one more time as he finished packing. Not that there was much more here than before - a few bags from his shopping trip with George, the rifle he picked up for no real reason other than sentiment, tucked in its long bag, and the little sack of presents for Joanna. He'd also picked up something for Jim, tucked away in his travel bag next to his journal, but he was holding onto that for a little longer, for a more special occasion in addition to the cases of produce and more he'd had shipped straight to the ship's kitchen for their personal use.
In a little while the bags and his luggage would all be beamed to his quarters on board, so he wouldn't have to carry them around to the big meeting tonight. All that was left out was his dress uniform and a razor.
Jim was still inside working on his data pad, taking care of his last minute business, he guessed. Even during shore leave, there'd been captain duties he hadn't managed to shrug off. There was that meeting tonight, and a hundred other things on Jim's mind that he hadn't been able to completely forget, even here on their island paradise.
Okay, he was done. Time for one last dip in the water, he thought, standing in the clear blue water, last time to feel the warm suns on his skin like this, for a long time. Space was cold, he mused, laughing to himself at the memory of meeting Jim. Disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence... honestly, he only remembered saying that because Jim teased him about it that entire first year they hung out together.
His toes dug into the wet sand, the waves lapping at his knees.