[They have new companions in their mindtrust. Kavinsky felt that like a firework shot off directly against his frontal lobe soon as they returned to the ship. It's bittersweet; more to latch onto, but less of that thread between him and Sirius that made them so special. He didn't do much in Concordia. Much for the mission anyway-- it didn't play to his skillset, and there were so many sights and sounds to soak up. He was never a good student before, but learning another planet had its perks.
Then they're on the ship and its chrome hallways. New 'friends.'
Even more, it's Sirius like slickness at the bottom of a drained cup, clinging to the back of his brain. Yes, it's a feeling, and Kavinsky can't say this one is familiar in its certainty.
Sirius wants to communicate with him. He doesn't want a druglord or an entertainer. He's after the heart of the matter.]
not too much time later
Then they're on the ship and its chrome hallways. New 'friends.'
Even more, it's Sirius like slickness at the bottom of a drained cup, clinging to the back of his brain. Yes, it's a feeling, and Kavinsky can't say this one is familiar in its certainty.
Sirius wants to communicate with him. He doesn't want a druglord or an entertainer. He's after the heart of the matter.]
( What's wrong, pookie? )