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[fingersnapping]

Hello? Hello? How am I supposed to know if this thing is working or not? Oh, who cares. Leave a message, or whatever it is you people like to do, and I'll decide whether or not you're worth the effort of my calling you back. Au revoir~

Oh great. Now which button do I press?

[ Beep. ]

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[ she could've easily shrugged that hand off, stepped away from it and closed the door in his face, but she refrains and holds her ground. her stance isn't nearly as rigid as it was when he touched her after their kiss, but it isn't completely relaxed either. honestly, it's a miracle she's hovering somewhere in between the two after the day she's had. likely just preserving all her sharp angles and hard lines for the morning when she's bound to be less tolerant of everything she's been setting aside in favor of doing everything in her power to avoid locking lips with any more strangers. ]

Good. I wouldn't expect any less out of a citizen of the cosmos.

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[fingersnapping]

[ He releases her shoulder again quickly enough. He needs to put his head down, or else he'd linger and milk the moment for all it was worth; but they're both tired, and a few moments alone before sleeping wouldn't go amiss--and for Janeway, the chance to better settle into the new environment. ]

There should be spare blankets in the wardrobe, all the usual...hygiene things... [ He hovers halfway out the door, his hand on the edge of it, looking back at her as he gestures toward the bathroom. ] Is there anything else you need?

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[ she wouldn't sleep comfortably if she were in the bed she'd grown accustomed to in the apartment she left behind or the bed in her quarters back on voyager. either she's waking herself up in fits of paranoia, instinctively jolting awake ready to deal with whatever's caused the ship to drop out of warp, only to realize that the reason she can't feel the hum of the engines from the lower decks is because she isn't even on the ship; or she's simply too restless and plagued with thoughts she refuses to share with anyone else to sleep soundly. fueled by caffeine, it's rare she gets a full night's worth. ]

No, I'm fine. Thank you. [ the words carry unspoken weight. she's grateful to him today, but she knows it likely won't stay that way. ] Goodnight, Q.

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[fingersnapping]

Goodnight, Kathryn.

[ He steps the rest of the way through the door, glances across the room once more, then gently closes it behind him. Only then does he stop to knead his hands into his head, doubling forward slightly to duck his face away from the bright lights. Time to sleep this migraine off; and hopefully they could avoid vicious brainmelting mistletoe for a while yet. That is to say: he sincerely hoped he wouldn't be here if, as some people on the network had mentioned, it came around after another year. Considering it had been mere weeks, the idea of holding out for 52 of them seemed remote. He head for bed. ]