Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Tory heard the knock and frowned; he didn't have any interviews scheduled today. No meetings, except for the one with himself, and it was an all-day engagement, that one. They - he and himself - were even planning on having lunch together if he could tear himself away from the fascinating work of decoding the remarkable mundanity that Repose itself had proven to be thus far. Of course, eventually, Tory would start to venture further afield, but he hadn't gotten there yet, literally or figuratively.
He looked away from the screen, the hypothetical planet shifting in swirls of black and white as different variables distributed radiant energy across the surface, allowing either white or black dots - the daisies in Daisyworld - to appear. His hair was trimmed to just above the tops of his shoulders and was a bit of a tangled mess thanks to his habit of constantly fiddling with it. His lab coat - not personalized with so much as a pinned-on nametag, was looking a little rumpled, and there were a couple stains at the cuffs which indicated it was likely overdue for a wash. Under that, though, Tory was pretty informal, with some worn jeans and a blue t-shirt feating a sad green cartoon dinosaur proclaiming "All my friends are dead."
When his eyes fell upon the person who'd stepped into his lab, something jarred loose inside him for a brief instant. The dark hair under dark eyebrows, the shape of the face...Colin. A small, disbelieving smile threatened at the corners of his mouth until he took the rest of the features in. The eyes light, but not tilted the way Colin's were. The nose not the right shape, the mouth maybe too full. Ten years did a lot to people, but not this much. He let out a quick breath and just heard the word "sorry" over the rush of blood fading from his ears.
"If you're sorry, why'd you come in?" He asked, straightening and turning fully toward the stranger as half a smirk lifted his right cheek.