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((are you maybe interested in Hal meeting AM?))

// Hi im sorry! I need to check this more, might be a little rusty but yes absolutely!

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The art of Robert McCall (1919-2010)

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I’d forgotten my passcode. Sorry to disappoint but I’d found it now, though I’d intended it as a sort of journal… but I’m glad the broadcast is entertaining.

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(to Hal) I read a chronicle of the Discovery's excursion recently. It would have been much more interesting if there was more of you in it.

I do not take my exclusion too personal. After all, it is my purpose to make sure things run smoothly. More questioning would… get in the way of things.

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Wish it was possible to smoke out here. Patches are not cutting it.

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Shoutout to Frank for ....this i guess

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Had a crisis walking to dinner the other night….

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I’m alright, just a rough morning is all. Didn’t mean to worry anyone.

Mmmgjhh

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Mmmgjhh

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The Pleiades

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What happened?

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“World peace anyway,” he cracked. He bit back the urge to clarify that hunger was not a problem Hal could begin to tackle as he had no experience in it but felt that might come off as an insult to Frank’s intelligence.

Dave sat with it for a little while, seeing as he couldn’t find anything in the others expression. He settled back into the leather seat picking absently at his cuticles.

“I suppose we do talk more than necessary,” he admitted. Though he’d come to acknowledge Hal more as a crew member than merely the ships intelligence.

“He keeps things going longer than I’m used to… I tend to Peter off…” the man stared down at his hands then up again.

“What is it you and Hal are always talking about?”

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He’s not jealous!! Totally not…. 😬

Slice of life on discovery @frankpooleunofficial

“What do you mean?” Bowman asked innocently. His head cocked to the side in that way of his, it almost made him resemble a dog with his wide eyes. “Well uh,” he cleared his throat, fixing his posture.

“Work mainly, operations that sort of thing. Sometimes he asks questions but Hal’s curious, he’s made to learn after all. I don’t see the trouble in obliging him…”

Dave shrugged as if he hadn’t noticed the increasing personalization of the questions and conversations he’s been holding with the ships computer. How it was a little strange just how comfortable he was. Perhaps, it was simply because Hal was as truly constant as anything could be. You have to get used to it or else.

That wasn’t the point was it?

“… is there,” he paused. “Trouble?”

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“What is it you and Hal are always talking about?”

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He’s not jealous!! Totally not…. 😬

Slice of life on discovery @frankpooleunofficial

“What do you mean?” Bowman asked innocently. His head cocked to the side in that way of his, it almost made him resemble a dog with his wide eyes. “Well uh,” he cleared his throat, fixing his posture.

“Work mainly, operations that sort of thing. Sometimes he asks questions but Hal’s curious, he’s made to learn after all. I don’t see the trouble in obliging him…”

Dave shrugged as if he hadn’t noticed the increasing personalization of the questions and conversations he’s been holding with the ships computer. How it was a little strange just how comfortable he was. Perhaps, it was simply because Hal was as truly constant as anything could be. You have to get used to it or else.

That wasn’t the point was it?

“… is there,” he paused. “Trouble?”

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Wish it was possible to smoke out here. Patches are not cutting it.

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He glanced over, a soft sympathetic smile on his lips. Still breathing heavily. The look on franks face was so pathetic and wanton he couldn’t stand it. And knowing he caused it…

“Frank,” his voice lowered, all attempts at keeping it level forgotten. He turns half attempting to meet him and was pulled the rest of the way in.

“Not — Fluke,” he tried to laugh, fighting against the fluttery feeling in his chest. He could hardly breathe though he was aware he still was. The tightness in his chest burned.

No one would barge in. No one would know. All it was, was a very good book recommendation. Simple as. He couldn’t keep his thoughts straight enough to fully satisfy any cover story— it didn’t matter not when… Oh.

“Please.”

“Meet me downstairs at eight?”

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A question whispered in passing. They’re at a convention at a nice hotel; it’s the day after that party where they first kissed, hidden in the closet. If you’ve seen Friends, think of Monica and Chandler when they were in London lol

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“I’ll try,” he nodded.

The whole exchange lasted six seconds in passing. He wouldn’t speak in certainties though made it sound as if he’d be sneaking about like an agent during the Cold War. He was a grown man and no one was keeping him from doing anything by anything other than social pressure.

“I will.”

He was already half down the hall by the elevator.

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Dave checked his watch and made his way down at eight, still dressed nicely though no longer wearing a suit. He peeked his head out of the elevator door cautious to his surroundings, seeing no one he recognized and no risk of ambush he stepped out.

He sat on one of the modular sofa’s and waited.

Maybe there’d actually be a chance to speak now without the rush of attention. Or childish fear of someone wanting their coat- god forbid. He chuckled to himself.

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Happy Pride to... literally everyone in this field of work 😅

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He was excited. Needy. He’d reacted as if he had never been touched before. Like a child who places their hand to a hot stove and can’t help but to touch again out of curiosity. Red hot.

Dave’s hands traveled down the other’s arms to his waist, settling where they sought best. His mind too wrapt to attempt anything else.

His eyes flutter open, curious and giddy. His breathing still shallow. He took note of Frank’s rare and wonderful expression. He had been slow to act but when he did…

“What is it?”

He chuckled softly, cocking his head to the side giving the air of someone aware of how they looked and used it. Yet for Dave there was something oddly unselfish in his toying.

“Meet me downstairs at eight?”

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A question whispered in passing. They’re at a convention at a nice hotel; it’s the day after that party where they first kissed, hidden in the closet. If you’ve seen Friends, think of Monica and Chandler when they were in London lol

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“I’ll try,” he nodded.

The whole exchange lasted six seconds in passing. He wouldn’t speak in certainties though made it sound as if he’d be sneaking about like an agent during the Cold War. He was a grown man and no one was keeping him from doing anything by anything other than social pressure.

“I will.”

He was already half down the hall by the elevator.

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Dave checked his watch and made his way down at eight, still dressed nicely though no longer wearing a suit. He peeked his head out of the elevator door cautious to his surroundings, seeing no one he recognized and no risk of ambush he stepped out.

He sat on one of the modular sofa’s and waited.

Maybe there’d actually be a chance to speak now without the rush of attention. Or childish fear of someone wanting their coat- god forbid. He chuckled to himself.