"Personal matter," he replied quickly, freeing his face from the comforts of Kirrahe’s shoulder with an annoyed huff. "Different concept once experiencing situations personally. Advice more applicable to other individuals. Advice for self more…" He searched for a word, trailing off into contemplation.
A wave of fatigue fell upon him, and Mordin found himself relaxing more and more into the comfort of his bed-partner, eyes beginning to droop. Fighting to stay awake, he hummed, still searching for a proper word. “Non-applicable? Instinctual, perhaps. React as body desires when unsure.”
He huffed again, shifting his head to better match the curve of the shoulder he lay upon. “Too rigid. Relax.”
"Sometimes you’re too close to the situation to properly judge it." That didn’t make Mordin’s embarrassment any less amusing. It was almost like giving him a taste of his own medicine, so to speak.
He wanted to say it was more than that, though. The more he got to know the doctor the more he wondered how he could have ever thought of Mordin was robotic. For whatever reason he felt closer to Mordin now than he ever had before, despite the rejection. Kirrahe complied with the huffy order, exhaling loudly. His whole body seemed to sink into the bed, his head fell to one side, so his chin brushed against the tip of Mordin’s stump.
Loud noise. Sudden. Unaccustomed. Unusual. What was that?
Cold? No, no. Hot. Humid. Burning. Too hot. Require access to temperature controls. Top floor, console at distal end of room.
Slight vertigo. Very… tired. Wet. Abdomen moist, thick. Environment doesn’t facilitate breathing. Heavy. Chin wet. Cheeks wet— Different source of moisture? Can’t tell. Difficult to discern. Clear consistency. Contrast to green. Thick, constant. Am I there yet?
No. Yes. More loud noises, but, arrival acknowledged. Evidenced by cease of vertigo, slight pinging noise. Time to move. Difficult to move. Painful.
Collapsed. Can’t move. No, have to move. Restoration of temperature required. Go. Bit by bit. …Deltoids refusing to cooperate. Need to rely on femoral muscles. Like swimming, in hot beach.
Almost there. Complete lap, repair console, return to base. Simple. No, wouldn’t need me for simple. Difficult. Very tired. Long stretch of room.
Have to climb. Uh oh. Still difficult to facilitate movement of arms. Can try. Have to try. No other option. One, two…
Kirin and Beldri hhummm.
Barth. Nice to meet you, too. When it comes to me and my job, you don’t have much other circumstances. Let alone introductions.
-the implications seem clear, but he asks anyay- And what exactly do you do?
That’s alright. I know the difference between yes and no.
Hmm. Glad to hear it. -nods curtly- Major Kirrahe, good to meet you despite the… odd circumstances.
Probably for the best. I’d hate to spoil any fun we’d might have.
Some things are simply too good to be true, Ms. Goto.
Only if you’re prepared for another much more specific rejection.
- I can’t think of any.
- Too many to list.
… But if I had to answer then pros would include breakfast the next morning and guaranteed enlightening conversations. Also a willingness to experiment.
Cons? Your tendency to disobey orders can get infuriating at times, both on and off the field.
- We’re used to keeping secrets, so I doubt anyone would find out.
- I genuinely enjoy spending time with you, so I don’t see why it would be any different if I were interested.
- I believe I’ve heard humans say “your friendship means too much to me.” That may apply in this situation.
- I have no idea who you are.