A Mutual Problem
The Doctor poured a blue gelatinous substance from one test tube to another, then noticed the screen of a data PADD light up with a notification. He set down the test tubes to read it:
Dinner tonight?
-Seven of Nine
The Doctor gulped.
Surely this must be another daydream-related malfunction.
~
In the cargo bay, Seven paced, feeling very foolish:
Why did I send that, he's a hologram he doesn't eat, how stupid of me, he's going to think I'm being insensitive or worse making fun of him, all those social lessons right out the airlock, why did I send that, why hasn't he responded, it's only been twelve point three seconds, why did I send that..?
~
Q nodded to himself. "It all makes sense now. They're both anxious disasters. I better step in and hurry things along before one of them decides to pursue someone else."
A short time after making such a resolution, Q got distracted by something shiny. A feeling that he needed to do something important nagged at him.
He decided it must have to do with pestering Picard again. He snapped his way on over to the Enterprise.