"Please, donāt leave.ā Heiffel
āPlease, donāt leave.ā Eiffel said, uncharacteristically urgent.Ā
āAm not going anywhere.ā Hilbert said, blinking at him through his thick glasses.Ā āIs my medical room, and my part of the ship.Ā YouĀ leave.ā
Eiffel stared at him for a second then let out a laugh. Good. As long as Eiffel was still laughing at terrible jokes he couldnāt have been truly shaken by almost drowning in his space suit. Idiot, Hilbert thought, the word tinged with a fondness it didnāt deserve as he watched Eiffel wipe at his eyes.Ā
āWas that a Titanic joke or would that be wishful thinking on my part?āĀ
āI have no idea what youāre talking about.ā Hilbert lied.Ā
Eiffel shook his head, still grinning, then slid off the examination table heād been sitting on and stretched an arm over his head.Ā āOf course not. Well, I have a notebook full of naked women, some of who might even be French, in my quarters. If you ever wanna see them.ā Hilbert kept his face blank but it was a challenge. After Eiffel left the room, he let himself smile slightly as he shook his head.Ā
Idiot, he thought again, this time at himself. Heās almost certainly going to die.Ā
Maybe it will be different this time, a very small, eternally optimistic part of Hilbert murmured. He shushed it softly and went to run Eiffelās samples through his tests.
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