It's been a long day, but not an especially difficult one-- although one particular debate over a bill in Council had set the tone for the session, as well as emphasizing the subtle-yet-growing distance between himself and Fred Atwood on certain matters.
This doesn't disturb him; it's not as though it's unexpected. Gabriel knows the score and the way this game is played. Once dinner was finished, he'd spent part of the evening sending a few key waves, deepening potential allegiances, and another part of it reviewing documents for the morrow.
He'd lost track of the time, to be perfectly frank. It's growing rather late now, and as he finally passes Regan's study on the way to their suite, he's surprised to find her still at work within.
The sheaf of papers in her lap is an interactive booklet from Children's Fund Interplanetary. Some of it is stock material, detailing the current activities and organization of different subcommittees; other pages contain more individually tailored notes from Anita Horst, the director, explaining where she thinks Regan would best fit in. Regan's been reading through it, pulling up a sidebar occasionally to jot down notes to herself.
She's been reading through it, that is, except for the moments when she stares unseeing at the page, and finds unwelcome memories whispering through her head again. Like now.
Regan glances up at her husband's voice -- she hadn't heard him coming -- and offers him a quick smile. It's genuine; it's also slightly preoccupied, and a bare instant too late in coming.
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This doesn't disturb him; it's not as though it's unexpected. Gabriel knows the score and the way this game is played. Once dinner was finished, he'd spent part of the evening sending a few key waves, deepening potential allegiances, and another part of it reviewing documents for the morrow.
He'd lost track of the time, to be perfectly frank. It's growing rather late now, and as he finally passes Regan's study on the way to their suite, he's surprised to find her still at work within.
"Ai rén?"
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She's been reading through it, that is, except for the moments when she stares unseeing at the page, and finds unwelcome memories whispering through her head again. Like now.
Regan glances up at her husband's voice -- she hadn't heard him coming -- and offers him a quick smile. It's genuine; it's also slightly preoccupied, and a bare instant too late in coming.
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There's more than a touch of concern evident, as well. Gabriel glances at her work, then back up to her face.
"Everything all right?"
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