[ Meanwhile, Qubit has a few minutes to prepare for a visitor, during which he makes a halfhearted attempt to tidy up. But, probably for the first time since he got to Anchor, he can't really find much that needs it. He's spent a pretty significant percentage of the last week on tidying, refactoring, inventorying - all the manual labor and mind-numbing clerical tasks that, in previous labs, he's always left up to automation, because he could, and because his time was much too valuable to waste on something as trivial as housekeeping.
But there's a certain... virtue, maybe? ... to doing it himself, with his own hands. It's been a return to his roots, in a way. Almost nostalgic. Even if everything else he touches comes away in shambles - this, at least, he can still control.
It's a relief when Carlisle actually arrives, but even that isn't without a faint undercurrent of dread. After all, they're privy to facts about each other that no one else in Anchor knows. Have they ever had a conversation that wasn't emotionally devastating for one of them? Don't they have anything pleasant to talk about?
... Well, it is what it is. Qubit doesn't bother texting back, just answers aloud - ] Coming!
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Date: 2020-02-17 05:03 am (UTC)But there's a certain... virtue, maybe? ... to doing it himself, with his own hands. It's been a return to his roots, in a way. Almost nostalgic. Even if everything else he touches comes away in shambles - this, at least, he can still control.
It's a relief when Carlisle actually arrives, but even that isn't without a faint undercurrent of dread. After all, they're privy to facts about each other that no one else in Anchor knows. Have they ever had a conversation that wasn't emotionally devastating for one of them? Don't they have anything pleasant to talk about?
... Well, it is what it is. Qubit doesn't bother texting back, just answers aloud - ] Coming!