Oh, you don't have to tell me you're sorry. This is between you, your head, your liver, and your God, if you happen to have collected one or more. I'll be over in a bit, in any case.
[Gregor knocks gently and comes in after a little while with a few bottles of water and a diffident smile on his face.]
Captain. Your supplies, as requisitioned. [He crosses the room and hands one of the bottles to Bel, though his warm expression is a little lopsided and it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] How are you feeling?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
action
Date: 2016-01-13 03:55 am (UTC)[Gregor knocks gently and comes in after a little while with a few bottles of water and a diffident smile on his face.]
Captain. Your supplies, as requisitioned. [He crosses the room and hands one of the bottles to Bel, though his warm expression is a little lopsided and it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] How are you feeling?