"Please, don’t leave.” Heiffel
“Please, don’t leave.” Eiffel said, uncharacteristically urgent.
“Am not going anywhere.” Hilbert said, blinking at him through his thick glasses. “Is my medical room, and my part of the ship. You leave.”
Eiffel stared at him for a second then let out a laugh. Good. As long as Eiffel was still laughing at terrible jokes he couldn’t have been truly shaken by almost drowning in his space suit. Idiot, Hilbert thought, the word tinged with a fondness it didn’t deserve as he watched Eiffel wipe at his eyes.
“Was that a Titanic joke or would that be wishful thinking on my part?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Hilbert lied.
Eiffel shook his head, still grinning, then slid off the examination table he’d been sitting on and stretched an arm over his head. “Of course not. Well, I have a notebook full of naked women, some of who might even be French, in my quarters. If you ever wanna see them.” Hilbert kept his face blank but it was a challenge. After Eiffel left the room, he let himself smile slightly as he shook his head.
Idiot, he thought again, this time at himself. He’s almost certainly going to die.
Maybe it will be different this time, a very small, eternally optimistic part of Hilbert murmured. He shushed it softly and went to run Eiffel’s samples through his tests.
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