Let's go with sitting on someone’s lap for Zoe and Liam, please!
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In the week since that whole business with Verand’s rescue mission, Liam’s been weirdly subdued, and Zoe Ryder’s been frantically thinking things over.
Okay, him being subdued isn’t that weird at all, given the circumstances. He accepted the obligatory ribbing from everyone with good enough grace, he’s been keeping in touch with Bradley and Verand and some other contacts, he must have done something or other to make it up to Vetra for getting dragged along on that little adventure. It’s not like he’s become a hermit or anything, but he’s… dialed back a little bit. Spending more time on his own. It stands out, since Liam is usually the voice of cheer and optimism, the one who’s always ready with a dumb joke or a vid recommendation, who makes up games where they try to recreate food or sports from home. It’s definitely been quieter around the ship in the last week. When Zoe’d talked to him, he’d said he was thinking things over.
Which is probably a good thing, all around. Zoe’s been doing some thinking herself.
She’s been thinking stuff like: Liam was the first person who acted like she could do this job, who believed in her when Cora was visibly swallowing her reservations. (Gil’s right, Cora has a terrible poker face.) Even when Zoe was busy hightailing the Nomad out of high-radiation zones on Eos, Liam had just laughed and slugged in her in the shoulder and gone on being totally cheerful and supportive, like he was sure she was going to make things work.
She’s been thinking how, given all that, it’s easy to forget that Liam might be freaking out, too.
In between all the yelling at each other as one thing after another went wrong, he’d let a couple of things slip.
Something about needing to make the whole trip worth it.