::stares at door leading into Enterprise's observation lounge, rubbing itchy fingers against slacks absently::
::Andrew said this was where
ltcmdrtomparis was headed...doesn't really want to mentally connect clueless son to the situation, so should probably stop that line of thought and just...::
::mentally slaps self, stepping on in::
::...yeah, there::
::squares shoulders, moving to the half darkened corner where a certain pilot seems to be brooding::
::stops a pace away, reaching out to lay a hand atop his shoulder::
Hey.