<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XYnVKuM.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Nello Dreis<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Virologist<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>17th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Outside Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Standing | "Listening" to this. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye9hGotPPVk)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>When she asked, whether purposefully or accidentally, for him to be in her corner, he smiled and nodded. "I can get behind that," he said, reaching to clap a hand against her upper arm. Then holding on a<em>little</em>too long. Then panicking at that and pulling his hand back to his side very slowly. "Yep," he added, willing desperately for her not to have noticed how much of an idiot he was being.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she had another subject to broach, distracting from his awkwardness.<em>Unfortunately</em>, her words brought him some amount of confusion. "You mean being together for the midnight snack ritual?" he asked, not even thinking that she was referring to singing and dancing with that distant a terminology. "Um, yeah, we can if you like." After a pause, he added, cheeks flushed, "we'll have to talk out the details. I wouldn't want there to be a misunderstanding or, you know, unearned expectations." He nodded to cap off his words, glad that he had spoken them. "Not that I'm not interested, because--yeah." He shut his mouth, silently swearing at himself for not quitting when he was ahead.<br/><br/>Yet when she went off proudly talking about her creation, he somehow found himself comfortable and pleased again. "So she's always in your corner," he replied with a quiet yet naturally throaty laugh. "It's good to have such reliable assistance and companionship. I hope she and I can speak again sometime; it would add more to her database while satisfying my own curiosity."