gotta get down for a mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.

[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]

Comments

[reconstitution]

I'm not afraid.

[ Anxious. Restless. Waiting for the other shoe to drop or something else to happen.

I don't want to be in the way is what he almost says. He knows he very well isn't, logically. ]

[redactions]

Then, what is it?

[reconstitution]

I don't know how to explain it.

[ He leans back against the wall, letting out a frustrated huff. ]

Not thinking clearly. Just ignore me.

[redactions]

No.

​[ It comes out a little petulant, and Jim swallows. ]

We'll give it time, then, okay? No rush.

[reconstitution]

Yessir.

[ It's easier to agree and avoid an argument for later. Give it enough time, and it'll be forgotten. Slowly, his head tips toward Jim's shoulder. ]