[ Where she expects snapping and explosion — it's what she would do — Ben instead retreats before she can probe him or come to an agreement on the plan. Evasion, in a way, is the smarter defense. She's left struck into silence by it, standing awkwardly in his bunk.
She doesn't even have anything to do to keep them separate. The book is sitting on the copilot's chair, even if she knew how to read it. Kira slips on the vest and buttons it, feeling altogether uncomfortable with the fact that she doesn't have a schema for how to deal with this. She shrugs her shoulders, and settles onto his cot briefly.
One hand smooths out over the mattress pad. Considering, or trying to reclaim or explore something. Her brow furrows. She can't figure him out. It's like there's something consistently running under the surface that she can't grasp at. She's been in his head. She should be able to understand it, but it's as if her experience has left her without the tools. She can see the gaps, but not fill them in.
It's some minutes before she rejoins him in the cockpit. ]
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She doesn't even have anything to do to keep them separate. The book is sitting on the copilot's chair, even if she knew how to read it. Kira slips on the vest and buttons it, feeling altogether uncomfortable with the fact that she doesn't have a schema for how to deal with this. She shrugs her shoulders, and settles onto his cot briefly.
One hand smooths out over the mattress pad. Considering, or trying to reclaim or explore something. Her brow furrows. She can't figure him out. It's like there's something consistently running under the surface that she can't grasp at. She's been in his head. She should be able to understand it, but it's as if her experience has left her without the tools. She can see the gaps, but not fill them in.
It's some minutes before she rejoins him in the cockpit. ]