⤷ ✧ @darehearts said, ❝ every day felt exactly the same. ❞
she knows the monotony of which he speaks, illusion though it had been. nothing had changed, one day to the next, in their their routines. nothing lacking that had been there before, no more time required to cross the vastness of space, nor scientific work delaying them in single orbit for longer.
no, their days had been no more the same than before, yet perceptions of time shifted, reality somehow less tangible, less acute. more distant. such, it seems, is the nature of grief, a scientific phenomenon to which she has no interest in delving. loss, an equalizing factor. ❛ I know. ❜ the quiet admission is more than she allows most, for all he's a stranger to her.
a stranger and not, for she'd heard enough. she doesn't think a year renders all chris had told her too much out of date.
❛ it is the one time I have regretted being so far out. ❜ keeping yorktown so far out. her choice, more than starfleet's. it rests therefore upon her shoulders.
well, one of two times, she supposes. her eyes narrow a moment as she considers the younger captain, somehow at the thick of both instances, before she lets the thought go with an almost imperceptible shake of her head. she pivots then, unwilling to linger longer on that which she has studiously avoided speaking of for a year now. ❛ have they been keeping you busy? ❜ inane small talk, and scarcely her style, yet somehow still safer ground.
