[ She's fresh from the showers, hair still wet and piled into a bun at the top of her head. The Starfleet-issue training joggers and tanktop she usually wears have the embroidered red stripes down the side and across the shoulder, her gym bag slung over her shoulder.
The door hisses open and she looks up at him, the tussle of his hair and the weariness in his eyes, an apologetic smile tugging at her lips. ]
I can come back. You need to rest... [ Still, she follows him through the doorway anyway, because she's being stupid and postponing this conversation won't make it go away. ]
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The door hisses open and she looks up at him, the tussle of his hair and the weariness in his eyes, an apologetic smile tugging at her lips. ]
I can come back. You need to rest... [ Still, she follows him through the doorway anyway, because she's being stupid and postponing this conversation won't make it go away. ]