There's a distinct tension that he can't ignore, however subtle, in the narrow of her eyes, the line of her mouth, and he knows, without ever seeing her come to that particular look and when, that it was him. That slip of his inner thought processes slipping out into the verbal noise. He didn't exactly mean it. Not really. Not like that. Not in the way that might be easiest to read or assume. But...
"He needs--" You. though there's no pause to indicate anything else was ever a thought at all. "a bunch of rejects from the mountain of misfit toys." In the same way that they had all come to need each other, after agreeing to board this ship in the first place. "That's all it is?" Not spoken like he necessarily has ideas on what else it could be, just that it could be anything else at all, and the conflict that draws up under his skin.
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"He needs--" You. though there's no pause to indicate anything else was ever a thought at all. "a bunch of rejects from the mountain of misfit toys." In the same way that they had all come to need each other, after agreeing to board this ship in the first place. "That's all it is?" Not spoken like he necessarily has ideas on what else it could be, just that it could be anything else at all, and the conflict that draws up under his skin.