[He doesn't bother to respond even if he agrees. It'd be good to go back, to stretch his legs, to be somewhere familiar in the way only the Station could be. Not that he dislikes it on Concordia; the lights are nice, the press of people is okay. He likes the bullet trains and the computers and the information everywhere. But maybe his brain's just tired from trying to process all of it. Maybe he just needs a little break. Maybe...--
Anyway. Nirad doesn't bother to say anything to her as she draws away, as she leaves the room. He doesn't exactly need to, does he? It's fine. They'll all manage somehow. Everything is perfectly all right.
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Anyway. Nirad doesn't bother to say anything to her as she draws away, as she leaves the room. He doesn't exactly need to, does he? It's fine. They'll all manage somehow. Everything is perfectly all right.
She wouldn't lie to him.]