[As vaguely promised, he stays away. Refusing to fuel the already burning fire by seeking her out in the midst of people on the station. He leaves the room when she enters, he pays attention to the hallways to make sure he walks alone.
The tether is a limp thing, the memory of it stings more than the real thing these days and the station is large enough, barely, to allow him to breathe without breathing in the scent of her perfume. The soap she uses or whatever is that lingers in rooms and around corners that lets him know that she's been here.
And Aleksander's startled reaction to her presence, to the rapid contact after so long - to the cascade of books that flop to the ground between them, is to blink rapidly before looking down to read the titles.]
Sunlight room
The tether is a limp thing, the memory of it stings more than the real thing these days and the station is large enough, barely, to allow him to breathe without breathing in the scent of her perfume. The soap she uses or whatever is that lingers in rooms and around corners that lets him know that she's been here.
And Aleksander's startled reaction to her presence, to the rapid contact after so long - to the cascade of books that flop to the ground between them, is to blink rapidly before looking down to read the titles.]
You mean, you're throwing them. For a friend.