07-09-2025, 02:02 AM
“No apology needed for me either.” Emery put a hand up dismissing the notion. “Or wanted. Perhaps, we could talk more later this evening, at dinner. There’s one being planned in your honor,” Emery suggested, timid. Evie had really laid into him which, in much of the way a parent would chastise a small child. It made Emery feel like a kitten again, when he did something wrong, or out of line with Starfleet regs. He hated that feeling.
Even if the Doctor was right, it still didn’t have to be publicly like this, his chastisement. He was, after all, a grown adult. He was capable of making his own choices and decisions about who he’d like to be with and whom he took to bed. It didn’t really matter what she thought in the end.
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Even if the Doctor was right, it still didn’t have to be publicly like this, his chastisement. He was, after all, a grown adult. He was capable of making his own choices and decisions about who he’d like to be with and whom he took to bed. It didn’t really matter what she thought in the end.
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