[ chuck doesn't take his time, but he doesn't rush either. there's a deliberate quality to the way he moves that insists he has all the time he needs, but that he can't be bothered for an interruption. the walk to her quarters is short, one he counts without intention and one he makes with a rigid spine and squared shoulders. it isn't the gait of a man going to war, but there's a resignation in the air all the same. chuck knows better than most that there are some things you just can't undo. wherever this is supposed to go, whatever they're supposed to glean from it, will become part of their shared history for however long they're meant to be here- and for whatever end they're headed to.
it's barely past the four minute mark when he reaches her quarters, and the rap of his knuckles on her door is sharp without the cushion his drivesuit has always provided. ]
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it's barely past the four minute mark when he reaches her quarters, and the rap of his knuckles on her door is sharp without the cushion his drivesuit has always provided. ]