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Who; Clapet and Sveta.
Where: The infirmary.
When: Early this morning, before Sveta gets nanomited.
What: Clapet's a big ball of tense. Sveta is convenient.
The sentence 'how do you sleep at night' had never really, really been more appropriate. What he'd done back at home had troubled him, but never to the point that not doing something was bothering him now. Somehow, stepping away from that decision was more disturbing than just carrying on - they'd persuaded him it wasn't necessary, but they'd also robbed him of all control he had over the situation. It was all very well and good, not taking extreme measures, but it meant that he had to just... what, sit there and let things happen around him?
That had been more disturbing in his mind than slitting throats. So he hadn't been sleeping much as it was, and there was so much just pounding around in his head, so many questions that whole port had brought up that he just couldn't answer, that he didn't really want to talk to anyone. It was probably for the best.
So he was quietly checking, early in the morning, whether Donny was awake yet. He wasn't. It had been nearly a week since they got back, and he'd promised them he'd come back. Well, he would. But not yet, and he didn't know what to think about that. It was destiny, perhaps.
He was wandering out the infirmary, hands shoved in his cardigan pockets, when he spotted Sveta. He'd been avoiding her and Martha. Mainly, he was worried what they'd think of him. Worried about a lot of things. There was part of him, though, who was tempted to talk to her, to ask her the most burning question in his mind, but he shook his head and just kept walking, virtually out the door. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought he had to say something to someone, or he might just explode in someone's face, and not in a particularly good way. So he paused, then turned back, walking with purpose, in case he chickened out, and put a firm, strong hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Svetlana."
Where: The infirmary.
When: Early this morning, before Sveta gets nanomited.
What: Clapet's a big ball of tense. Sveta is convenient.
The sentence 'how do you sleep at night' had never really, really been more appropriate. What he'd done back at home had troubled him, but never to the point that not doing something was bothering him now. Somehow, stepping away from that decision was more disturbing than just carrying on - they'd persuaded him it wasn't necessary, but they'd also robbed him of all control he had over the situation. It was all very well and good, not taking extreme measures, but it meant that he had to just... what, sit there and let things happen around him?
That had been more disturbing in his mind than slitting throats. So he hadn't been sleeping much as it was, and there was so much just pounding around in his head, so many questions that whole port had brought up that he just couldn't answer, that he didn't really want to talk to anyone. It was probably for the best.
So he was quietly checking, early in the morning, whether Donny was awake yet. He wasn't. It had been nearly a week since they got back, and he'd promised them he'd come back. Well, he would. But not yet, and he didn't know what to think about that. It was destiny, perhaps.
He was wandering out the infirmary, hands shoved in his cardigan pockets, when he spotted Sveta. He'd been avoiding her and Martha. Mainly, he was worried what they'd think of him. Worried about a lot of things. There was part of him, though, who was tempted to talk to her, to ask her the most burning question in his mind, but he shook his head and just kept walking, virtually out the door. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought he had to say something to someone, or he might just explode in someone's face, and not in a particularly good way. So he paused, then turned back, walking with purpose, in case he chickened out, and put a firm, strong hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Svetlana."