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[mr_chekov]

[Crying quietly] Please just g-go away.

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lsdkgh ;a; /l-late to the party

[starshipcommand]

[Oh, jesus. D: Time to break out his gentle voice.] Come on... Talk to me?

Best 'till last eh? ♥

[mr_chekov]

Go away, I hawe hay fewer, I am fine. [And that's a blatant lie. There isn't any hay in space after all]

kdlshgghf ♥

[starshipcommand]

[raises his eyebrows] Hay fever, huh? If that's the case, we should get you to sickbay, I'm sure Bones has something for that.

:3

[mr_chekov]

I do not need to bother Doctor McCoy. He has enough to deal with. [She sniffles, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand.]

[starshipcommand]

One of the nurses could get the hypo for you.

[mr_chekov]

Kirk, can you please just leawe me alone? If I feel unwell I shall go to sickbay but for the time being....

[starshipcommand]

[... :c But that face. He drops the sickbay thing; it's served its purpose.] Pasha, please.

[mr_chekov]

[She stares down at her boots] I was not crying, I just had something in my eyes. [Chekovs didn't cry after all. It's somewhat of a family rule]

[starshipcommand]

...

Will you at least accept a hug?

[mr_chekov]

[That was a silly question Jim, because now you're going to get smothered with pint-size navigator hugs]

[starshipcommand]

[Awesome. He can do hugs. Hugs fix things. Right?]

[mr_chekov]

[Most of the time, yes. She sniffles, wiping her face with her sleeve.]

[starshipcommand]

[gently] Still not gonna tell me what's wrong?

[mr_chekov]

You would think me an idiot.

[starshipcommand]

Nahhhhh.

[mr_chekov]

I...[She sighs]...you really will think me stupid for getting so wound up about it all.

My girlfriend broke up with me.