[Already, things hit off with a bang of awkward, as Lowell steps into the room.]
I should be. But I think Trish would actually lock me in med bay if I didn't eat at least twice a day.
[He's certainly tired enough to be falling asleep right there and then. But being exhausted is kind of how he's felt for weeks, so it's barely noticeable at this point. It's only when he actually does settle down that he feels the full force of 'you haven't slept in 48 hours, what are you doing.' Right now though? Salad for breakfast. Which he pulls out the container holding said salad from his bag and starts picking at. Don't judge.]
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[Already, things hit off with a bang of awkward, as Lowell steps into the room.]
I should be. But I think Trish would actually lock me in med bay if I didn't eat at least twice a day.
[He's certainly tired enough to be falling asleep right there and then. But being exhausted is kind of how he's felt for weeks, so it's barely noticeable at this point. It's only when he actually does settle down that he feels the full force of 'you haven't slept in 48 hours, what are you doing.' Right now though? Salad for breakfast. Which he pulls out the container holding said salad from his bag and starts picking at. Don't judge.]
Do you like pudding?
[This is relevent, really.]