Re: Shannon & Open
Well, Kat had somehow managed to stop him blowing his brains out on arrival, so although he had spent the time since arriving on the space station mostly brooding, drinking, and avoiding all forms of human contact, he had for some inexplicable reason decided that it was time to break his self-imposed solitary confinement.
It was noisy. It was bright. There were too many people.
As much of an asshole as Manic Hemingway was, he could've used a little of that over-inflated ego about now. But instead he lurked around the edges, observing and not participating. Until he found his gaze settling on a woman he didn't recognise from before.
"Well, you look about as comfortable as I feel," he commented wryly. It was the first full sentence he'd spoken to another human being in weeks.