John's leaning in the doorway, arms folded and ankles crossed. You'd think by now he's learned not to interrupt her when she's training, but John's survival instincts still aren't what they could be. Besides, she's not training. She's sitting.
Which is ... weird.
He straightens up and moseys into the room. It's not that he's missed carting her all over the ship, but, well, if he was willing to approach her former roommate (who looks like he could eat his soul in two seconds flat) just to find out how she is, then ... yeah, he's missed her. He sits cross-legged on the mat directly across from her, and rests his elbows on his thighs. "Did you get my invitation to the potluck? 'Cuz I'm still waiting on your RSVP."
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John's leaning in the doorway, arms folded and ankles crossed. You'd think by now he's learned not to interrupt her when she's training, but John's survival instincts still aren't what they could be. Besides, she's not training. She's sitting.
Which is ... weird.
He straightens up and moseys into the room. It's not that he's missed carting her all over the ship, but, well, if he was willing to approach her former roommate (who looks like he could eat his soul in two seconds flat) just to find out how she is, then ... yeah, he's missed her. He sits cross-legged on the mat directly across from her, and rests his elbows on his thighs. "Did you get my invitation to the potluck? 'Cuz I'm still waiting on your RSVP."