undergoind evolution ;
002. enthusiasm
They've been at it for who knows how long. Somehow days became weeks and the concept of time seemed to blur together. He had been spending an ample amount of time with the doctor, alone in his bunk, at the late hours of the night. And when the clock struck three he had to keep himself from falling asleep in Simon's bed and sneak out of his room before any other of the crew members could catch him. It felt strange being sneaky like this, and when he saw himself sneaking out of someone's room, he always thought it'd always be out of a woman's room--never a man.
But the last thing he needed was for someone to find out about his late-night endeavors. He was ashamed and he would rather throw himself out into space than to be caught in his room. No doubt River knew about his visits--because the little creep knew jut about everything--but he was relieved she had not turned him in yet. He could almost imagine the remarks and mocks he would get from Mal and the others. And they already saw him as a fool, no need to add oil to the fire.
The brute of a man was sprawled across Simon's bed, legs dangling over the edge. A low light hung over his head, casting the room with a warm glow. He had made himself comfortable in the room, for once mindful of the Doctor's belongings and had refrained from casting things aside carelessly as he looked for the needed object. Now all he had to do was sit and wait. Unfortunately, heading out to the infirmary to find the doctor was risky business, especially since he could still hear the sound of the others moving about the ship. He'd rather bunker down and prepare himself as he waited than risk being caught and seen heading out of his room. Though really, the worse that could happen was Mal or the others catching him and assuming he was stealing from the good ol' doctor.