...I kinda lose my mind
Harold was proud of the straight face he'd kept, when he ran into Scotty for the first time since... Yeah. That.
He hadn't really allowed the implications of it to seep in, yet. It made him a little cagey at first, blushing and laughing nervously. Still edged with worry for George, his usual explosive awkwardness was somewhat dampened.
A stammered invitation for coffee - in Harold's quarters, where the fuck did you find that courage, Lee? - later and he was staring at (a fully-clothed, thank you!) Scotty from across his bed. Offering small details about his brief stint on the bridge and trying to focus on the coffee he was drinking instead of the strand of hair sweeping across Scotty's forehead.
Sitting up, cross-legged on the bed, he fiddled idly with his earpiece. He'd stopped bothering to arrange his hair to try and cover it.
Wanting to ask about the stranger he'd seen with Scotty before, Harold tried to edge the question in sideways.
"So, um. Are you, uh-- seeing anyone?"
Hey, way to be subtle. Harold winced even as the words left his mouth. He mumbled something stupid about seeing someone around, trailing off, turning red.
He hadn't really allowed the implications of it to seep in, yet. It made him a little cagey at first, blushing and laughing nervously. Still edged with worry for George, his usual explosive awkwardness was somewhat dampened.
A stammered invitation for coffee - in Harold's quarters, where the fuck did you find that courage, Lee? - later and he was staring at (a fully-clothed, thank you!) Scotty from across his bed. Offering small details about his brief stint on the bridge and trying to focus on the coffee he was drinking instead of the strand of hair sweeping across Scotty's forehead.
Sitting up, cross-legged on the bed, he fiddled idly with his earpiece. He'd stopped bothering to arrange his hair to try and cover it.
Wanting to ask about the stranger he'd seen with Scotty before, Harold tried to edge the question in sideways.
"So, um. Are you, uh-- seeing anyone?"
Hey, way to be subtle. Harold winced even as the words left his mouth. He mumbled something stupid about seeing someone around, trailing off, turning red.