http://notabricklayer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notabricklayer.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-08-04 04:13 am (UTC)

There is a scent that is uniquely her, and he wonders how long it will take, breathing the somewhat stale recycled air of a starship, to forget exactly what that scent is.

He doesn't have any right to be hurt.

Doesn't change the fact that he is, a bit. Makes him feel like all kinds of a fool that he is, but there you have it. It takes quite a bit of effort to not to descend to being irascible, because it's not her fault he got attached. This is why, he'd forgotten, he doesn't do this sort of thing too often. The day after is a bear to deal with.

He's sure they look odd - her standing in the doorway, him just inside, neither really moving.

"Now, have you ever had pecan pancakes? There's nothing better in the morning than properly-made pecan pancakes." And frankly he didn't need that mental image of what else could be done with the maple syrup, though it is most assuredly an alluring one.

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