[ Brendan doesn't answer. Can't, really, because his mind is stuck in a certain gear he can't really get out of. It's a contemplative state, flat out zoning out.
He hadn't paid attention to the actual post--not really. Just texted once he was sure it was some form of apology.
His gaze turns back on the pot of water, though. Simmering, but not quite boiling. His hands, like Blakes', are still in his pocket. An odd parallel the both of them shared.
And, finally, after a long stretch of silence, he speaks. ]
action;
He hadn't paid attention to the actual post--not really. Just texted once he was sure it was some form of apology.
His gaze turns back on the pot of water, though. Simmering, but not quite boiling. His hands, like Blakes', are still in his pocket. An odd parallel the both of them shared.
And, finally, after a long stretch of silence, he speaks. ]
Remember what you suggested about the holodeck?