Normally he'd have those details immediately memorized. With the concussion, he isn't inclined to trust to that alone. Instead, he flicked on the datapad to preset to G-77 and makes note of the time window. "Yeah. Thanks—I'll encode it to look like a request for supplies." He'd used his codename for tech physics before.
He looked at her again, and, again, suddenly wanted to tell her more. (Everything.) It was getting harder to blame the head wound. What about her was he responding to, when he'd resisted social contact with surprisingly little effort for everyone for years…?
He wanted to ask her to stay just to converse. (Again… he was really good at being alone, so what's up, guy?) It wasn't a good idea, since anything he was inevitably called on to say about himself would have to be a lie. He found he wanted to minimize those with her.
He should probably plead off in favor of more sleep. But just… didn't want her to leave yet. "Don't suppose this thing plays dejarik?"
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He looked at her again, and, again, suddenly wanted to tell her more. (Everything.) It was getting harder to blame the head wound. What about her was he responding to, when he'd resisted social contact with surprisingly little effort for everyone for years…?
He wanted to ask her to stay just to converse. (Again… he was really good at being alone, so what's up, guy?) It wasn't a good idea, since anything he was inevitably called on to say about himself would have to be a lie. He found he wanted to minimize those with her.
He should probably plead off in favor of more sleep. But just… didn't want her to leave yet. "Don't suppose this thing plays dejarik?"