[ it really is a strange feeling, to be this relaxed, to feel that way here, with her, in this place, spiraling around space in this station. he hadn't wanted to wake up from the ice, didn't want to get caught up in bancroft's murder mystery, didn't want to get entangled in helping anyone else, and yet — he's somehow found his way here, already deciding he'd do anything to help out the girl right in front of him.
it doesn't matter that he barely knows her, he usually doesn't have to; he has good instincts about people, that envoy intuition of his or something even more innate that he's always carried, telling him the things often unspoken, the things he can just see in someone. and he sees it in her — someone worth protecting, someone worth saving. ]
Well, you're not just "people".
[ she's something else entirely.
his brow quirks up at her invitation in turn, genuinely surprised. ] You don't have roommates? [ he hasn't actually been to her room and he's never asked about her living arrangements, though he realizes he had walked into her room when they met, to which she made quick work of rejecting him moving in, in her typically peppy clara fashion. ]
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it doesn't matter that he barely knows her, he usually doesn't have to; he has good instincts about people, that envoy intuition of his or something even more innate that he's always carried, telling him the things often unspoken, the things he can just see in someone. and he sees it in her — someone worth protecting, someone worth saving. ]
Well, you're not just "people".
[ she's something else entirely.
his brow quirks up at her invitation in turn, genuinely surprised. ] You don't have roommates? [ he hasn't actually been to her room and he's never asked about her living arrangements, though he realizes he had walked into her room when they met, to which she made quick work of rejecting him moving in, in her typically peppy clara fashion. ]