There’s another pleased roll to his shell as Doctor Hugh’s words wash over him. With Friend Singh gone, Cassius is almost eager to step closer to Doctor Hugh, to rest his head against his shoulder just barely, just enough to feel his warmth.
“I look forward to it, Doctor Hugh,” he says, and he does. He looks forward to accompanying his Doctor Hugh as he works, looks forward to visiting Friend Singh in the – medbay, was it? (Why Doctor Hugh assumed Cassius knew is beyond him, but he is sure he had his reasons.) “It will be nice to… mingle freely.”
He pauses then, hand just grazing against Doctor Hugh’s own, fingers brushing along his knuckles. He cannot be overly affectionate, no, not with the crowd so close, but – surely this is okay?
“We can head back if you think it best,” Cassius says after a moment, “but – the Hunter is resting now. They have been – exhausted, I think, from enduring their Song for so long on their own. I would like to let them sleep, if possible.”
(They must have been terribly worn, he thinks, from how they have now splayed out across the mattress, how his worms have spread over them like a blanket. The tension has bled out of them, their teeth as human as they’ll ever get. They never relax so unless it is in his garden.)
“...I know you have done much today for us, Doctor Hugh, to go against your peers. You have my appreciation.” He casts a look up at Doctor Hugh from under his lashes. “And my apologies, for - asking for more. Would it be possible to see this vivarium you had mentioned to the Hunter? The sooner I have access to my Garden, the sooner they can rest easier. The sooner that I can as well.”
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“I look forward to it, Doctor Hugh,” he says, and he does. He looks forward to accompanying his Doctor Hugh as he works, looks forward to visiting Friend Singh in the – medbay, was it? (Why Doctor Hugh assumed Cassius knew is beyond him, but he is sure he had his reasons.) “It will be nice to… mingle freely.”
He pauses then, hand just grazing against Doctor Hugh’s own, fingers brushing along his knuckles. He cannot be overly affectionate, no, not with the crowd so close, but – surely this is okay?
“We can head back if you think it best,” Cassius says after a moment, “but – the Hunter is resting now. They have been – exhausted, I think, from enduring their Song for so long on their own. I would like to let them sleep, if possible.”
(They must have been terribly worn, he thinks, from how they have now splayed out across the mattress, how his worms have spread over them like a blanket. The tension has bled out of them, their teeth as human as they’ll ever get. They never relax so unless it is in his garden.)
“...I know you have done much today for us, Doctor Hugh, to go against your peers. You have my appreciation.” He casts a look up at Doctor Hugh from under his lashes. “And my apologies, for - asking for more. Would it be possible to see this vivarium you had mentioned to the Hunter? The sooner I have access to my Garden, the sooner they can rest easier. The sooner that I can as well.”