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trans_92010-10-18 07:38 pm
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Tavros: Fail to console blockmate. [closed]
Alex was carted off to the med bay, and Tavros just let everyone else go on ahead. Not much he could do, after all. He'd once again proven to be incredibly useless during the struggle, succeeding only in getting himself punched before finally having the good sense to get out of the way and call in someone more qualified to handle Alex's strange emotional battle. He felt awful letting Katara take the brunt of the attack, but what else was there to do? He'd been called a lot of things in the six solar sweeps he'd been alive, but brave was never one of them.
After a short debate with himself, he changed course and went back to the room he and Alex shared. Someone who could handle whatever was wrong with the guy would be on hand at the med bay, he was sure. He'd just be in the way again.
When Alex finally came back and wordlessly curled up on his bed, Tavros decided to put off the confrontation as long as possible. Complete silence reigned in their room for the first time since Tavros had moved in. He didn't know if Alex was better, or if he could even get better. He had no idea who Luna was, though that was probably none of his business.
He busied himself with mindless games on his husktop. The swollen bruise on his cheek was starting to itch, but he didn't want to draw attention to it.
Really, at this point, what could he possibly say that would help?
After a short debate with himself, he changed course and went back to the room he and Alex shared. Someone who could handle whatever was wrong with the guy would be on hand at the med bay, he was sure. He'd just be in the way again.
When Alex finally came back and wordlessly curled up on his bed, Tavros decided to put off the confrontation as long as possible. Complete silence reigned in their room for the first time since Tavros had moved in. He didn't know if Alex was better, or if he could even get better. He had no idea who Luna was, though that was probably none of his business.
He busied himself with mindless games on his husktop. The swollen bruise on his cheek was starting to itch, but he didn't want to draw attention to it.
Really, at this point, what could he possibly say that would help?