Her cheeks redden, and it's pretty. It's very pretty. She's very pretty: he realized that a long, long time ago. It looks good with the dress, but Dylan swallows and keeps his eyes down at the floor for a long moment before he shifts on the spot and looks up, somewhere more neutral, in the air in front of them.
(He wants to look at her, but ... he's not good at this.)
But he looks back at her at what she says, and he's giving her a small, lopsided smile before he even realizes it.
"You are? Branching out in your writing, then? You know, we have holonovels in my time. My first officer loves the things."
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(He wants to look at her, but ... he's not good at this.)
But he looks back at her at what she says, and he's giving her a small, lopsided smile before he even realizes it.
"You are? Branching out in your writing, then? You know, we have holonovels in my time. My first officer loves the things."