Dammit, why'd he have to come in here? I was having quite a good time brooding, thank you very much, Beka thought to herself as Tyr entered the Obs deck.
He didn't say anything, much to her surprise, just stood looking out the window. Beka frowned, thought some more, and then went to stand next to him.
"Having trouble sleeping?" she asked. The question sounded more like a challenge than she had wanted it to, but she was used to that around Tyr.
"Are you?" he countered, angry at himself for rising to the challenge. But he couldn't allow himself to do anything else around her.
Beka sighed, and decided it was way too late to be mean and nasty and have an argument where she had to think up things to say that wouldn't make her sound lame and stupid, so she decided on a different course of action. "Want to go have some coffee?" she offered, wondering if the old expression 'You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar' was true. This was one fly she would like to catch. And besides, she needed to take her thoughts off of...her thoughts for awhile.
Tyr was surprised at the question, and equally surprised that he answered yes, even as his mind was shouting no. Just as he was about to tell her he had decided not to join her after all, he stopped an reconsidered. He needed to stop thinking about his mistakes. What better way to do that than make new ones?
They walked down the hall in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. Then both remembered why they were walking to the Officer's Mess.
"So, what are you-" Beka started.
"Do you often-" Tyr said at the same time.
"You go first. No you," they said at the same time, both cursing themselves for sounding like an idiot.
They were saved further embarrassment by arriving at their destination, and Tyr ordered the coffee.
"Cream or sugar?" he asked Beka. That was a nice, safe question, even though he knew the answer.
"No, black, thanks," Beka replied. Staying in the realm of safe questions, she asked him what he was thinking of doing tomorrow. Gee, that was lame.
The question caught him off guard. "Um, I don't know." What was he going to do tomorrow? He listed the first things that came to his mind. "Read. Lift weights. Do my shift on the Command Deck. Look at Beka when she isn't watching." Where did that come from? Had he said that out loud?
Beka's eyes widened slightly. "What did you say?"
Yes he had. Now he was in trouble.