Timothy looked over at Calliope, "Hey, miss?" He asked, tilting his head. "Sorry, I kinda..forgot your name..."
He smiles, staring at her. His smile so...sweet, kind even, as if he hadn't seen horrors. Hell, it was almost as if he wasn't a convict anymore. "I'm Timothy, wait, did I..say that already?" He looked over at his twin, as if asking if he had or not.
Most people in C.O.I. custody learned how to harden their faces fast.
Timothy looked like he’d missed that lesson.
She shifted against the cold hull, arms folding loosely- not defensive, just tired.
“Calliope,” she said finally. “But they don’t use it much.”
A beat.
“‘The Pirate,’ if you’re talking to people who like paperwork.”
Her eyes flicked to his twin, then back to him.
“You didn’t say your name already,” she added. “But you did look like you were about to.”
