Sometimes captaining a Star ship could be a bit boring.
The crew was quiet as they ran system checks while en route to deliver supplies to a science outpost.
But the Captain didn't have a workstation to do diagnostics on, so all Reese had to occupy himself was staring at the view-screen and catching up on his "paper" work. He shifted slightly in his seat, trying not to squirm and mentally cursing whoever kitted out the ship with one of the older model blocky Captain's chairs. It was impressive and throne-like, but also exceedingly uncomfortable. He had sat on rocks that were more relaxing. Reese would have preferred to pace the bridge, but had been told that was too distracting for the crew.
He tried to refrain from drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair, as it wouldn't do to launch a photon torpedo because he was bored. Might improve his mood though, although Shaw would get on his case later since blowing stuff up was technically her job.
Reese shifted again and caught Finch eying him disapprovingly. Harold was observant and very little escaped his attention. He had noted the Captain's problem in the past and had taken steps to address it. Reese winced as he saw Harold silently mouth "Use the cushion." The memory-foam ergonomic cushion was indeed comfy, and while Reese might indulge on his desk chair in the privacy of his quarters, no way was he going to Captain a star-ship sitting on something that made him look like he had hemorrhoids.
Although too much time in this damn chair might make that condition a reality.