That little noise — the first thing which doesn’t sound anything like a steady rhythmic electric beep — is like an electric jolt to his spine, suddenly rocketing him out of his drowse. He’s fumbling, almost falling out of his chair, then scooting it closer to her bedside and blinking the exhaustion out of his eyes.
He’s has always been affable, likeable, extraordinarily good at bonding with his crew, but at the end of the day he’s still Captain Pike around them. Still carries some instinctive authority and well-groomed distinguishment, even when he’s milling around in an apron and cooking them dinner. But around a certain few— around Una, and Marie—
He’s just a man named Chris, and now Chris has reached for Marie’s uninjured hand, his fingers pressing into her palm, her wrist. There’s a faint haggard desperation carved into his face and his gaze as he takes her in, assessing her state, looking for signs of consciousness.
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Date: 2024-01-12 06:59 pm (UTC)He’s has always been affable, likeable, extraordinarily good at bonding with his crew, but at the end of the day he’s still Captain Pike around them. Still carries some instinctive authority and well-groomed distinguishment, even when he’s milling around in an apron and cooking them dinner. But around a certain few— around Una, and Marie—
He’s just a man named Chris, and now Chris has reached for Marie’s uninjured hand, his fingers pressing into her palm, her wrist. There’s a faint haggard desperation carved into his face and his gaze as he takes her in, assessing her state, looking for signs of consciousness.
“Marie?”