Another kind of guilt springs up at times, when Beverly is around Jean-Luc. Well, several, actually. She would never change their friendship, likely couldn't even if she wanted to, but she will always feel at least marginally guilty at points just for the simple fact that she is not the woman who should be here. Jean-Luc should be getting to know her, learning her as she learns him. Instead, he was thrust into a role, a friendship, that he may or may not want. Yes, Beverly will always be his Chief Medical Officer and she will never shirk that duty for anything. But at the same time... she worries for their friendship, for how she might be affecting him. And she worries about certain emotions she knows they both carry.
For right now, though, as she glances over at his very formal silhouette in the firelight, all she wants is a friend. She knows him, knows how he was at this stage of his life, knows well how much gentle nudging and outright pulling she'll have to do in order to get him to start relaxing. Better to start now.
"It was a leftover," she admits. "Fatima created the program for our... memorial, I guess. I decided I wanted to use it one last time in memory of her."
It is likely unsurprising that she is here now, if he pays any attention to the Displaced, which she has no doubt that he does. He also listens to her and she has told him before of Fatima. Perhaps not of what they have been through or that the young woman was like a daughter to her, but at least that they were close.
Eyeing the straight and somber way he holds himself, she half expects him to freeze that way. Instead of letting him, she opts to pat a space on the street right next to her. Dangerously close, yes, but that is the way of their relationship. Dangerously close.
"You don't have to stay standing the entire time, you know, Jean-Luc," she adds on, slipping the informal name in rather than a title. This is a time among best friends, not for a captain and his CMO. "I know you like firelight as much as I do."
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For right now, though, as she glances over at his very formal silhouette in the firelight, all she wants is a friend. She knows him, knows how he was at this stage of his life, knows well how much gentle nudging and outright pulling she'll have to do in order to get him to start relaxing. Better to start now.
"It was a leftover," she admits. "Fatima created the program for our... memorial, I guess. I decided I wanted to use it one last time in memory of her."
It is likely unsurprising that she is here now, if he pays any attention to the Displaced, which she has no doubt that he does. He also listens to her and she has told him before of Fatima. Perhaps not of what they have been through or that the young woman was like a daughter to her, but at least that they were close.
Eyeing the straight and somber way he holds himself, she half expects him to freeze that way. Instead of letting him, she opts to pat a space on the street right next to her. Dangerously close, yes, but that is the way of their relationship. Dangerously close.
"You don't have to stay standing the entire time, you know, Jean-Luc," she adds on, slipping the informal name in rather than a title. This is a time among best friends, not for a captain and his CMO. "I know you like firelight as much as I do."