@miracleworkcr ❤︎ for a starter
Steady, long-fingered hands hold two steaming-hot mugs, (as the Geneticist practically glides down the laboratory halls) on her way to make a v i s i t a t i o n. (Anxiety beats heavy in her chest), for doesn’t she always get this way, when it comes to The Medic? Moira knows the coffee isn’t much, but it’s an excuse to see her. It’s an excuse to spend some time next to her, enjoying her company. It’s only when she reaches the door to Angela Ziegler’s lab does she realize that she has no free knuckles to wrap against the door. She stands, awkward, for a moment, swallowing hard, before, gently, bumping the tip of her shoe against it-- thump thump thump -- “Dr. Ziegler? I know it’s quite late, but I’ve brought you some coffee, .............. if you’d like it.”
