[He's never heard her laugh and definitely hasn't seen it; it's nice, he decides, and as they enter he ducks his head and scrubs at his mouth, forgetting that he's supposed to answer for a moment. The door slides closed and he gets back on topic, though.]
Mm. [aka: point] My room then.
[And he completely neglects to mention the actual reason why it shouldn't be shuttle bay (according to him). Just cautiously sits in the closest seat, like he might break it, and starts up some obnoxious finger-drumming on the arm of the chair.]
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Mm. [aka: point] My room then.
[And he completely neglects to mention the actual reason why it shouldn't be shuttle bay (according to him). Just cautiously sits in the closest seat, like he might break it, and starts up some obnoxious finger-drumming on the arm of the chair.]