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Fletcher had just returned from GLaDOS's various tests, and was now in his room in the crew quarters getting reacquainted with the meatship.
Something was strange about it all, though. Somehow, he got the feeling that the room was too big for just him, and emptier than it should be... they were all the same size, though, weren't they? So that was silly.
He sat on his bed, munching on a candy bar he'd picked up while grocery shopping on Zokez II, and waited.
Something was strange about it all, though. Somehow, he got the feeling that the room was too big for just him, and emptier than it should be... they were all the same size, though, weren't they? So that was silly.
He sat on his bed, munching on a candy bar he'd picked up while grocery shopping on Zokez II, and waited.
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Dusting off the cover a bit more she said, "I am afraid it has little in regards to exact chemical make-up, however all of it's properties were carefully observed. This is only the first volume of eight, however managing to read Sasaki's handwriting should make going through this first volume difficult enough. At least Yamaguchi takes over in the second half and has all of the second and third volumes."
It was odd, since she was flipping the book open to the first page as if she was about to read a children's story to him. She wondered if he really would be able to understand everything in these books. She looked at Fletcher again, concerned. "You know, it would honestly make me happy if I could do something that would make you feel better." She figured it might be odd for her to tell him to think of her as a mother.
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"I don't really know what's wrong," he admitted, reaching to take the book. "I probably just need something to do. I'll look this over with..."
And then he paused. Why had he said that? With who?
"Um, I'll look at it. Most alchemists handwrite their notes, so I should be able to make it out," he continued after a beat.
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She set the book down next to her, and held Fletcher a little tighter. "I would be happy to look it over with you. I am more accustomed to reading his writing."
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It was truly wonderful to have a child in her arms again. Especially as young as Fletcher they had a hard time faking love and appreciation.
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"Thank you," he said, and he started to read.
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How long had it been since she had a child on her lap like this? She wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling. It sort of felt like Fletcher ought to be reading some sort of faerie tale, but instead he was reading a research journal of one of the most cutting-edge studies from her world.