The chime rang on Chakotay's quarters just as he stepped out of the sonic shower.
"Come."
"Chakotay?"
"In here."
"I can come back."
"No need." He emerged, towel in hand, and watched her search his face. "I promise I'm fine, Kathryn."
"That obvious, am I? I brought you tea."
"Cheers, Captain." He grinned, brought the mug to his lips, and closed his eyes.
"I pushed you too hard today." The worry lines on her face seemed etched in recently.
"You pushed me as hard as Boothby would have."
"Boothby would be less concerned about your psychological well-being than I am."
"I had to get back into the ring, Kathryn. I didn't want to let the fear sink in."
She nodded and absently fingered his towel.
"You should join me sometime. Your dance background would come in handy."
"Are you sure you're not just looking for a reason to punch your captain in the nose?"
He leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Kathryn, if I had ulterior motives, I'd have offered to teach you to wrestle."
She threw the towel in his face. "Behave, Commander."