[ The Bearings is never really quiet. Too many people, too many minds pressing up against the edges, thoughts and sounds, neverending. Even for those who've been here for months, it can be too much at times. But it's also a hub, so Clint occasionally finds himself lingering in the common rooms, even if he's reading by himself. Remus' worry slips through the air, a soft burbling thing, but enough to draw Clint's attention. He looks up, the datapad in his hands lowering as he skims the room, settles on the purposefully sloped line of Remus' shoulders.
Right, he'd felt the bloom of newbies curling in the dark press of his mind. None of them are his, of course, Gacrux completed a few weeks back. But in a sense they're all part of one group -- strike teams making up the whole -- and so he turns off the datapad, levers himself up off the couch. He doesn't bother keeping his footfalls quiet, wouldn't do to sneak up on this new guy. You never know. ]
It can be a little overwhelming, at first.
[ Hey man. Clint offers a lopsided smile, wry and quiet. ]
2.common room
Right, he'd felt the bloom of newbies curling in the dark press of his mind. None of them are his, of course, Gacrux completed a few weeks back. But in a sense they're all part of one group -- strike teams making up the whole -- and so he turns off the datapad, levers himself up off the couch. He doesn't bother keeping his footfalls quiet, wouldn't do to sneak up on this new guy. You never know. ]
It can be a little overwhelming, at first.
[ Hey man. Clint offers a lopsided smile, wry and quiet. ]