@crassussativum
First day back onboard the Indomitable had been shit. To put it mildly. And yet, Velox tried to keep his spirit up as he got through the tasks of the soft landing back on the job he had. Watching Cato and Siska, listening to them, the lovely-dovey of them... Velox pushed all of that to the very back of his mind. And he succeeded, up until that same evening. He'd dipped into Murk's, to check in with him and see how his leave had been. The light smile felt stiff and horrible on his face as he sat and listened to the giant go on and on about their Captain. That was supposed to be good. People Velox cared for finding love. But it was clear to him, that neither Murk, nor Cato, cared for him the way he'd started to care for them. And it was with a cold clump of clay in his stomach that Velox headed back to his room to sleep. Dame was sound asleep already and she was long gone when he woke up the next morning.
The pilot found himself sitting at the edge of his bed, bare feet touching the cold floor. The motivation to get up and go for a run was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't even looking forward to his habitual morning cup of coffee. He didn't want to face today. He didn't want to fake the smiles or the upbeat attitude. It would be so much easier to just...
...
He shouldn't be alone. Velox clamped onto that thought and got up, got dressed and without caring about breakfast or work or anything else, he sought out the only one right now he felt he could lean on. He bonked on Dius' door, again and again, without an answer. Before he remembered, right, Dius didn't live here anymore. So instead the pilot rushed down to the remade hospital wing, now barracks.
