[ After that incredibly awkward thirty seconds, Simon’s eyes flick between Catherine and the proffered rag and he sighs a disgruntled ‘I mean you’re right but I don’t like it’ sigh before he takes it. Because she is probably right, but they could do this on the ship.
And Catherine showed up here, the first living, terrestrial surface place she’s seen in years, having learned there is a near-infinite multiverse, with some sort of baggage about Simon and immediately focused on him anyway, which... is... he doesn’t even know what to call how he feels about that. It’s a lot.
He picks up where she left off, but only for a moment before he decides he should probably be as close to the water as she is, so he gets up and sits down next to her on the bank, which is great because they can converse to make it less weird while also not looking at each other. ]
So, how’s the... body thing going? You’re free from the box.
[ Simon didn’t think Catherine was that bothered by being in the Omnitool, but earlier she’d made a surprisingly sharp-sounding comment about it not being a great place for her, and looking back, she had said it was disorienting in ways that sounded pretty shitty to him.
That, and of course the very premise — being unable to move and depending on someone else to tote your brain around, never knowing if they might get killed and leave you there — strikes him as horrifying. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised; of course she didn’t complain more when they were there, she’s Catherine.
Also, okay, maybe she was right. He’s losing some visible grime off the chest electronics, whatever they are, and dunks the rag in the water. This just in: Simon’s gross. ]
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And Catherine showed up here, the first living, terrestrial surface place she’s seen in years, having learned there is a near-infinite multiverse, with some sort of baggage about Simon and immediately focused on him anyway, which... is... he doesn’t even know what to call how he feels about that. It’s a lot.
He picks up where she left off, but only for a moment before he decides he should probably be as close to the water as she is, so he gets up and sits down next to her on the bank, which is great because they can converse to make it less weird while also not looking at each other. ]
So, how’s the... body thing going? You’re free from the box.
[ Simon didn’t think Catherine was that bothered by being in the Omnitool, but earlier she’d made a surprisingly sharp-sounding comment about it not being a great place for her, and looking back, she had said it was disorienting in ways that sounded pretty shitty to him.
That, and of course the very premise — being unable to move and depending on someone else to tote your brain around, never knowing if they might get killed and leave you there — strikes him as horrifying. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised; of course she didn’t complain more when they were there, she’s Catherine.
Also, okay, maybe she was right. He’s losing some visible grime off the chest electronics, whatever they are, and dunks the rag in the water. This just in: Simon’s gross. ]