[Liem allows himself to feel relief that Quetz accepts his offer of handkerchief, even if the immediate need for it has passed. Now that they have determined that this cocoon belongs to Set, it looks like both of them are intending to remain here for a while. Perhaps he can head off a second flashing incident this way, if she ends up tearing up again when Set actually emerges.
(He can’t remember the last time anyone called him “sweet.” Fortunately he’s already flustered enough from accidentally catching a glimpse of her chest that he doesn’t react visibly beyond a slight twitch of his mouth.)]
Well… Sebastian Michaelis made an attempt at it.
[He doesn’t hesitate to name the people involved; other Meris should know what they’re capable of, for good or for ill.
Bracing a hand against the pod’s side, he rearranges his legs below him so he can sit next to it, instead of kneeling. The thick moss provides a surprisingly comfortable cushion.]
I rebuffed him, but… I isolated myself more than I should have, during that period. John — not Mister Sims, but the other John — took it upon himself to, ah, convince me.
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(He can’t remember the last time anyone called him “sweet.” Fortunately he’s already flustered enough from accidentally catching a glimpse of her chest that he doesn’t react visibly beyond a slight twitch of his mouth.)]
Well… Sebastian Michaelis made an attempt at it.
[He doesn’t hesitate to name the people involved; other Meris should know what they’re capable of, for good or for ill.
Bracing a hand against the pod’s side, he rearranges his legs below him so he can sit next to it, instead of kneeling. The thick moss provides a surprisingly comfortable cushion.]
I rebuffed him, but… I isolated myself more than I should have, during that period. John — not Mister Sims, but the other John — took it upon himself to, ah, convince me.