#(and coshbyss short circuiting)

[oolathurman]

The sith watched, chin propped up on one hand, pen twirling in the other, as Koth Vortena laughed and punched his crewmate in the arm. Coshbyss had always secretly wondered what it'd be like to be that close to someone, close enough to reach out in their space, reach out and rest a hand on a shoulder. He's been told that levels of familiarity and amount of touch differ from individual to individual, but he hasn't experienced it much for himself. Not enough to draw a conclusion at any rate.

Koth was still chuckling to himself when he made his way over to Coshbyss' desk, leaning on it immediately and looking over the sith's shoulder to examine what he was doing. "Still working on that research from last time?" It seemed that Koth's levels of familiarity were simply very close together, and it was effortless for him to befriend people. Coshbyss nodded.

"I believe I'm close to a breakthrough," he started, before Koth suddenly leaned closer.

"Sorry-- you got a little something on your--"

The human reached out for -- Coshbyss' brain stopped -- something on his shoulder -- he was so close -- before leaning back and flicking away the lint he picked up from his shoulder. Koth smiled apologetically, turning his attention back to the desk. "Sorry 'bout that." He was so close -- What did he do that for? -- There was something on your shoulder -- Did he know he was so close?

It took Coshbyss another moment to bring himself back to this moment. "I -- thank you," he stammered. "I… Where was I. Right…"