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[ It's strange. He's never doubted that she trusted him, perhaps more most of the time than he even trusted himself, but right now he realises how much of a gesture it was, how hard it was for her to place her faith even in him, and his mouth pinches when she's turned away. This is what Shinzon has done to her. It isn't his fault, nor hers. And she's trying--he can't afford to lose sight of that. But it makes him angry, futily angry, to see how hard they've been brought to their knees by this. They lost their confidence, they lost a friend, they almost lost their lives...
Very gently he lifts her hair back over her shoulders, gently settling it between her shoulder blades, and he reaches past her to take the shampoo, studying the packet for a moment before deciding that it was probably safe to use.
He murmurs softly, reassuringly to her as he works it in, works his fingers soothingly into her scalp and rubs the shampoo down through the strands, top to bottom so as not to tangle it unnecessarily. She has lovely hair. ]
I promised to seek out Jean-Luc in the morning, barring any unforeseen circumstances. He wants us to move in close to him and the others, and I think it's probably a good idea.