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Who: Dick and Mal
Where: Dining hall.
When: After breakfast.
What: Awkward resolution to an awkward relationship.
Warnings: Nope!
Dick wasn't usually up for breakfast, but his sleep schedule had been thrown totally out of whack after his usual nightly sparring partner had left, and the lack of intense physical activity until four in the morning meant he was settling for grabbing a few hours when he could, or just not sleeping.
This morning was of the no sleep variety, and he'd wandered down to breakfast looking for something to do, dark bags under his eyes and a general slight distractedness speaking to how tired he really was. The distractedness wasn't too much of an issue until he went to go clear his space nearing the end of the breakfast shift and found himself staring right at Mal Cobb.
Dick's feelings towards the woman were... complicated. The incredibly paranoid part of him couldn't help but bring up the image of her and Costigan, dead in her room whenever he saw her, while the more trusting part remembered how she'd helped him during the flood where he'd been a terrified kid who missed his parents. And that was even without mentioning how he'd caught her and Costigan kissing on deck in a moment that was easily the most awkward thing ever.
Still, he'd made eye contact, they were close enough that it would be weird not to say anything, and the longer he waited, the weirder it would get.
He managed a tired smile. "Hi."
Where: Dining hall.
When: After breakfast.
What: Awkward resolution to an awkward relationship.
Warnings: Nope!
Dick wasn't usually up for breakfast, but his sleep schedule had been thrown totally out of whack after his usual nightly sparring partner had left, and the lack of intense physical activity until four in the morning meant he was settling for grabbing a few hours when he could, or just not sleeping.
This morning was of the no sleep variety, and he'd wandered down to breakfast looking for something to do, dark bags under his eyes and a general slight distractedness speaking to how tired he really was. The distractedness wasn't too much of an issue until he went to go clear his space nearing the end of the breakfast shift and found himself staring right at Mal Cobb.
Dick's feelings towards the woman were... complicated. The incredibly paranoid part of him couldn't help but bring up the image of her and Costigan, dead in her room whenever he saw her, while the more trusting part remembered how she'd helped him during the flood where he'd been a terrified kid who missed his parents. And that was even without mentioning how he'd caught her and Costigan kissing on deck in a moment that was easily the most awkward thing ever.
Still, he'd made eye contact, they were close enough that it would be weird not to say anything, and the longer he waited, the weirder it would get.
He managed a tired smile. "Hi."