"Jefferson," comes Stein's voice this time, but Rip doesn't even bother looking, "is that from the galley? Why are you so worried--"
Rip barely hears Stein's little 'oh' as he turns to face them. He doesn't care about the confused noise Jackson makes when Stein says some subsequent 'Jefferson, I think it's best we give them their privacy', not when Ray is looking at him in a grave way that makes his brows furrow. Hmmmn.
"That was a loud shout," he says, going to sit at the edge of the bed with a heavier landing than he intended. The hand on Ray's face strokes the lines of concern out with a thumb, and Rip chooses not to acknowledge Ray's look at all.
(Don't look at Rip like that.)
"It makes the, ah... prospect of you witnessing a nightmare even worse."
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"Jefferson," comes Stein's voice this time, but Rip doesn't even bother looking, "is that from the galley? Why are you so worried--"
Rip barely hears Stein's little 'oh' as he turns to face them. He doesn't care about the confused noise Jackson makes when Stein says some subsequent 'Jefferson, I think it's best we give them their privacy', not when Ray is looking at him in a grave way that makes his brows furrow. Hmmmn.
"That was a loud shout," he says, going to sit at the edge of the bed with a heavier landing than he intended. The hand on Ray's face strokes the lines of concern out with a thumb, and Rip chooses not to acknowledge Ray's look at all.
(Don't look at Rip like that.)
"It makes the, ah... prospect of you witnessing a nightmare even worse."