Another I'm sorry died on his lips. Tipped askew, he moved his head somewhere between a nod and a shake. "Thank you," he said at last. "I hope, though, you get not to feel that way. That you know it's okay to wake me. …Force knows I would've just failed not to wake you."
The solution, of course, was his own apartment. But that was just pain.
He considered his bunk for a moment. Then with a quick, "May I?" he took hold of the mat and dragged it from the berth to the deck.
"Kay did this," he explained, sitting on the mat now on the floor. "Once when he had to carry me back to the ship and had a hard time laying me in the bunk. I dunno. It's stupid but I found it… a little less… like there was a little less pressure on my mind." He indicated the empty deck space between his mat and her bunk, where her mat could fit. "I can move over if you want to try it."
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The solution, of course, was his own apartment. But that was just pain.
He considered his bunk for a moment. Then with a quick, "May I?" he took hold of the mat and dragged it from the berth to the deck.
"Kay did this," he explained, sitting on the mat now on the floor. "Once when he had to carry me back to the ship and had a hard time laying me in the bunk. I dunno. It's stupid but I found it… a little less… like there was a little less pressure on my mind." He indicated the empty deck space between his mat and her bunk, where her mat could fit. "I can move over if you want to try it."