[ Such self confidence! He stands there dumbstruck for a few moments, rotating a little further around the carousel before he stumbles suddenly off it, as though tugged after her clumsily by an invisible leash--and perhaps it's true. Was that a compliment he'd heard? Why, he's flabbergasted. And scuttling to catch up, moving into her wake as they return toward building twelve.
The headache is there now, persistent as a drum against his temple, but Q gallantly decides not to whine and sulk about it. What would it mean for his image? But it's still something that he's not whipped them away on a shortcut back to the apartment, to safety, and more importantly up those twelve flights of stairs without having to get into the elevator. He hasn't ridden in one even once since Kathryn had taken him up to her apartment the first time. And perhaps he'd been foolish to choose an apartment on the top floor, but it gave him immediate access to the stars and a feeling of being able to see everything even if he couldn't--both equally important to keeping him sane. ]
Let me in on the joke. I'm dying to hear what's so funny.
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The headache is there now, persistent as a drum against his temple, but Q gallantly decides not to whine and sulk about it. What would it mean for his image? But it's still something that he's not whipped them away on a shortcut back to the apartment, to safety, and more importantly up those twelve flights of stairs without having to get into the elevator. He hasn't ridden in one even once since Kathryn had taken him up to her apartment the first time. And perhaps he'd been foolish to choose an apartment on the top floor, but it gave him immediate access to the stars and a feeling of being able to see everything even if he couldn't--both equally important to keeping him sane. ]
Let me in on the joke. I'm dying to hear what's so funny.