Is there a wormhole that will always take me directly to where you are?
when the droid’s voice sounds up, he closes his eyes for a moment, in that way that people do when they hear something they have been hoping they would never hear again. he takes a moment to swallow down the instant and roaring dislike he feels for this artificial intelligence and then opens his eyes again, slowly turns on his heels to face the other, though he much wishes he could live in a world where that would never be necessary again.
“i sure fucking hope not,” he replies and he doesn’t bother to try and school his expression, lets the dislike be obvious in it, as well as the annoyance at being interrupted. even if all he’s doing is getting himself something to eat and eon at least isn’t seeking him out in the medbay - something he really might have gotten angry over. as it is he’s only almost snarling, teeth clenched and mouth set in a distasteful downwards curve.
“what do you want, eon? on a good day i already have about minus ten percent interest in talking to you, and you’ve recently managed to bring that down to minus eighty, so either say something substantial or leave me the fuck alone.” he pauses, just the barest of moments, like he might not say anything else, but then he does. “oh i forgot. you don’t have anything substantial to say.”
he turns around again then, his shoulders a straight line of rejection as he picks up his food and turns to walk out of the room they’re in. perhaps if he goes to his private quarters and locks the door he can be left in peace and quiet. but it’ll take him quite some time to get there, especially since the little droid isn’t here with him, and so he merely walks over to the table so he can sit down and eat.
