Biobed # 3 (Again?)

[tom_paris]

::wakes up, eyes half closed, dazed and depressed, surveying the room from left to right with his eyes, and recalls a line from one of his favorite (and oldest) British holovids.::

"Welcome Back To Reality."

::sighs, lying there for a while, then decides to actually try to do something constructive.::

But what?

::it hits him.::

The Flyer...::

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[linnis_paris]

::steps into hanger bay, heading for Delta Flyer with padd in hand, list of things that need replicating::

::steps in, immediately noting hum of working equiment and lighting::

::sees no one in rear, heads toward cockpit::

Hello?

[tom_paris]

::looks up.::

Oh shit. My "Fortress Of Solitude" has been invaded...

::facepalms.::

[linnis_paris]

::pauses just inside cockpit, recognizing the form in the pilot's seat::

Well, hell.

::stands uncomfortably for a moment, then turns to head back to rear compartment::

I just came to replicate a few things. I'll be out in no time.

[tom_paris]

::pauses, not sure how to react, or what to do.::

Aw hell...I can stay mad at her...but can't I at least hear her out? THEN I can stay mad...or...or...

::talks, facing the fore of the ship, looking into Enterprise's Shuttlebay through the viewscreen.::

Lin...

[linnis_paris]

::waves hand in frustration::

See, that's just what I mean. We're at it again. We do nothing but misjudge...hurt...one another.

We don't seem to understand one another on even the most superficial levels.

::moves forward, jabbing finger into his chest::

And I'm tired of being judged. Two weeks? A month? Maybe that's petty time to you, but it's a little different for me. Or maybe you forgot that too, like so many other things you seem to not know about me anymore.

[tom_paris]

::sighs.::

I'm sorry Lin...that...was uncalled for...at least the perception of time...I vanish and time just...flies...but...

::shudders.::

...not pleasantly. At all.

::a beat.::

Can we...just...try...?

We've both just had...a really crappy time...but we can work this out...

::looks right into her eyes.::

Can't we at least try...?

::a beat.::

Please...?

[linnis_paris]

::sighs, crumpling shoulders and wrapping arms around waist briefly, then straightening::

Fine. But can we try after finding sickbay again?

Have a fucking headache now...

::looks at him::

You've cried your damned bandages loose.

[tom_paris]

::sighs, relieved.::

I am SO fucking tired...but it was worth it...

::nods.::

Sickbay it is.

::looks at robe and bandages.::

Aw hell...well...Sickbay either way...do I have much of a choice?

::smiles wanly at Linnis.::