He
stared in silence at the tabletop, idly picking at the sleeve of his
shirt.
Did he have to?
The
whining tone echoed in his head, he was tired of working and no one
noticing, no one caring.
Just another face, another blue shirt.
He
was nothing compared to them, McKay and Zelenka, they were the ones
who everyone paid attention to.
No one would notice if he didn't
show up, if he just stayed in his quarters and rested.
He deserved
it.
Constant work and no rest.
Quietly he slipped from the
room, and disappeared down the hall.