(( Operations Center, Deck 5 - USS Artemis ))
Imril: I was, to say the least, floored, by what you said. I wasn’t expecting it, so I got all up in my head about it. Because that's how I deal with unknowns, I start listing off the maybes and might-bes until... ::Small sigh:: ... I’m a work in progress, Ollie. There are things about my past, and how it’s shaped me, that I haven't talked about much on this ship. But it’s wrong of me to ask you to step back and think things through while denying you the information you should have to make a reasoned decision. So I’m thinking I could give you a rundown of the bullet points over coffee some time? Some time soon?
Ollie silently watched Imril with his puppy eyes, wanting him to embrace them, to snuggle them, to take away all the pain he felt from their words. He leaned closer, just a little, and raised his hand, but then he put it back in his lap and looked at them, unsure of what to do with them.
So he just nodded, with “ehm, hm-hmm” to confirm he understood, until there was a moment of silence from Imril and space for Ollie to say.
Bergmen: Sounds good, Imril. Yeah. Okay.
Imril: Until then, this meeting took less time than I planned for when I sent in the absence notice. Is there anything I can do around here, in an engineering capacity, before heading back to the shuttlebay?
Bergmen nodded and turned to his table, rummaging through the pile of PADDs he kept there for a moment, then pulled one out and looked at its display.
Bergmen: Yup, this just came from deck seventeen as…
He felt silent as his gaze flickered away from the display to Imril. He smiled and set the PADD back on the pile.
Bergmen: No, this can wait until you return… ::nods and winks at Imril:: Go! Be free! Enjoy your leave!
END for Ollie
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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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