ten_fwd | Chocolate Milk

Andrew has been in a mood since the little adventure everyone had on Alemar III. He hates getting sick and he almost had gotten sick during the cave-ins. He also really disliked the fact that he couldn't really help as much as he would have liked.

It wasn't his fault that he was only nine. If only he was more capable of helping. Andrew frowns a little harder. This is going to take some thought. Clearly he needs more chocolate milk. Chocolate milk seems to be the answer to everything right now.

Andrew gets up to wander towards the replicator. He is pretty much set on ignoring everyone in Ten Forward. That doesn't really work out for him so much. Instead of ignoring everyone and continuing on his quest to be a grumpy kid he starts to take in everything going on around him. Ten Forward itself is pretty busy right now.

Andrew frowns a little more and hurries along to go get his drink. He doesn't want to lose his seat to someone else right now. He gets his chocolate milk as quickly as he can and scampers back to his seat sliding back in and making a low pleased noise. Good. It was still his though by the looks of it he won't be the only one at this table for too much longer.

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"No." John isn't so bad. It is obvious that Andrew is in some kind of bad mood. There are a few emptied glasses lined up on the table. Rings of chocolate milk rest at the bottom of each glass. It is pretty clear that when Andrew is feeling bad he turns to chocolate milk.

Not exactly a bad thing given milk is good for kids but maybe he should lay off a little bit. "How have you been?"

Andrew doesn't feel like talking about himself right now. Maybe he can avoid it all together?

John eyes the empty glasses as he takes a seat across from Andrew. Chocolate milk must be the kids version of alcohol. "I'm fine," he says easily. "I thought I'd check up on you, just to make sure you're no worse for wear after the cave ins. Did they get you a new inhaler? "

Because if one isn't organised, he is going to drag the kid away from his chocolate milk to sort it out. He didn't want to see the effects of Andrew going without it again.

Obviously Andrew has no problem indulging himself when he is in a mood. If he were an adult that might be an issue but because Andrew is nine it really shouldn't do anything besides maybe give him a belly ache later on.

Andrew blinks owlishly at the question. "They fixed my foot." He really has to think about this one.

"I don't have a new one. I think I forgot to ask abut a replacement. I was really tired."

John doesn't blame Andrew for forgetting to ask, the kid had been through hell. But he may just raise some stink down at the medical bay, to make sure this doesn't happen again. "Finish the rest of your milk, quickly. We are going down now to get this sorted out."

He pauses and grins at the kid. "I did promise to keep an eye on you."

That gets a slight smile of appreciation from Andrew. He is glad that John is keeping his word. The boy can't explain it but having yet another adult out there who keeps their word is nice.

"Thanks." He dips his head slightly to focus on his milk. It's a little hard since he has had quite a bit already. His stomach is going to be pretty full. Full to the point where he might not feel up for a normal sized supper.

John waits patiently, and slowly slides to his feet. "Is there anything else you need? Anyone you need me to beat up for you?" Because he's really good at taking down the bullies.

Andrew shakes his head. "I'm okay. Just...."

He doesn't know how to put it. "I think I'm homesick. Sure, I have Bernie but...Even after I moved in with my Aunt and Uncle I've never really been away from home."

He misses familiar things.

"Where is your bedroom on the ship?" John knows it must get lonely for the kid if he's surrounded by complete strangers when he goes back to his room. He's going to make an effort to check in on him at bedtime.

"Does anyone even tell you to go bed?"

"Deck Seven, section four," Andrew starts. He pushes the glass away from himself pulling a face.

"I think I had too much milk to drink." He feels way too full. "Um. My roommate Kitt checks on me sometimes. But it's not the same. He's an AI. He's nice and everything but..."

It's hard for him to listen sometimes.

John grimaces, he's one of the few lucky people to be roomed up in the VIP section. How he got there, he still isn't quite sure. It means he's a deck above Andrew. Well, he can casually show up and poke his nose around on Deck Seven and just happen to wander past Andrew's door most nights.

"An AI. Are we talking creepy AI or the I am not here to take over the world kind?"

Chocolate Milk

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