There were times when David missed coffee. Not that there wasn't coffee here, but he missed lattes, the kind you could walk in and order and have in five minutes with the milk steamed and a little cardboard sleeve for the cup and then drink on the way to work
(
Read more... )
Comments 57
Reply
"I think I need a dinosaur," he said finally.
Reply
Reply
"It's getting one that's the hard part," he continued. "Has to be fresh." He didn't even need to ask if they'd have the same plans for it.
Reply
Reply
He looked down at his notes again and frowned slightly. "And I've decided that I need a dinosaur."
Reply
"A whole dinosaur?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "The samples already in the lab aren't exactly what you'd call fresh, but you could only do so much with a piece before it started to break down without proper storage."
Reply
He ran a hand over his face and reached up, closing a hand gently over her shoulder. "There's things about what we have," he said. "Cell damage. Shit I can't seem to track down. It's like I'm looking at something's footprints days after it leaves."
Reply
So, she'd spent the day walking the beach, wondering how long it'd been since she'd been on a proper vacation and getting depressed when she couldn't remember that far back. She felt better when she was back in the compound, even if she was a bit pink and her tank top gave away how how it was outside.
"Sandstrom, right?" she asked as she slid by him to get a cup of coffee for herself. Needing to know who she was around and working with, even if there was nothing to work on - that habit, she was never going to break out of, no matter how long she was outside of the lab. Or even if it wasn't her lab.
Reply
"Don't think we've been introduced."
Reply
Reply
"So you're into what, forensics?" Seemed to be an awful lot of those.
Reply
"David," he says, the relief apparent in his voice even as he tries to hide it, the door swinging closed behind him as he holds a notebook close to his chest.
And then he sees that David's only drinking coffee and looking over his own notes and Bob immediately feels foolish.
"Sorry, I just--" he stammers, his eyes lowered as he approaches the table, "I was wondering if you'd-- I have some plans for the weather tower and I was hoping-- would you look over them? Give me your opinion?"
Reply
He was upset. About God knew what, and David wasn't stupid enough to think that he'd ever get that out of him. But he still had to deal with it.
"Sure," he said, moving over a little and nodding at the chair next to him. "Have a seat and show me."
Because acting normal was sometimes the best option, with Bob.
Reply
He pulls the chair out and sits just on the edge, his body hunched over the table as he opens the book.
"I think I found a good spot for it," he says and points to a meticulous drawing of the mountain top he's made. "All the measurements are approximate," he adds, his tone almost apologetic as he outlines every mark with a finger, "and I don't know what kind of equipment the building crew has to clear the area, but I think it needs to be at least thirty feet high to be of any use. Just to get over the trees."
Reply
"Looks good," he said. "They can probably do that high. Might take a while, but I'd bet they've got the lumber."
Reply
Leave a comment