That part comes so genuinely. A rush of breath. Relief. He doesn't - doesn't want Cassius to make himself any more of a target than he already is. And he very much is. The whole ship knows about him now, maybe even half the entire orbital fleet. As many people may be curious, the number that will fear and resent him comes in triplicate. And at this early stage - before they can know him, before they can grow as fond as Hugh has - they're going to have to eat some shit on this one. Not a lot, he hopes. But some.
Ting. Hugh's tension winds through him like a living thing, curling and uncurling his muscles tight as he steps out. There are voices up ahead, barely audible through the door - the conversation sounds... terse. Maybe angry. A back-and-forth for certain.
Hugh breathes in steady, on the approach. Lets it out slow. Turns to Cassius, now, with a smile that looks worn at its edges.
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That part comes so genuinely. A rush of breath. Relief. He doesn't - doesn't want Cassius to make himself any more of a target than he already is. And he very much is. The whole ship knows about him now, maybe even half the entire orbital fleet. As many people may be curious, the number that will fear and resent him comes in triplicate. And at this early stage - before they can know him, before they can grow as fond as Hugh has - they're going to have to eat some shit on this one. Not a lot, he hopes. But some.
Ting. Hugh's tension winds through him like a living thing, curling and uncurling his muscles tight as he steps out. There are voices up ahead, barely audible through the door - the conversation sounds... terse. Maybe angry. A back-and-forth for certain.
Hugh breathes in steady, on the approach. Lets it out slow. Turns to Cassius, now, with a smile that looks worn at its edges.
"Ready?"