[[ milliways, upstairs ]]

[almosthonorable]

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Ben's settled in the armchair in his room, head bent over his sketchbook.

This is a little harder without a certain Russian pilot in the room for comparison, but so far, he's making do.

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[aimedforthemoon]

It's...been a day, day here meaning 'twenty-four hours'.

This is not entirely why Ben gets a familiar knock on the door and a 'Venya, you in?' (she does, obviously, seeks his company for its own sake), but it accounts for that knock happens now.

[almosthonorable]

The graphite pencil stills and he abandons the sketchbook to cross the room; when he opens the door, Esfir gets a smile smile that's equal parts welcoming and concerned.

"C'mon in, Lieutenant."

(His room isn't quite as tidy as hers, but it's close - if you ignore the books and scraps of paper littering the top of the dresser. But the bed dominating the room is made, its sheets clean and patchwork quilt wrinkle-free.)

[aimedforthemoon]

(books are made for littering places, as far as Esfir is concerned)

He gets a small smile back, and ignore the tiredness, Ben.

"Thank you," she says, gratefully.

[almosthonorable]

He can't completely ignore the shadows in her eyes and smile.

"No need for that," he says, putting a gentle arm around her shoulders. "When you see what I've got for you, you'll really thank me."