You've sure got a funny way of showing it. [She wraps her arms around herself, feeling a little cold in the early spring air. Feeling a little lonely, knowing that even cold, brutal, fucked up Hei has known a kind of love she never has. Maybe she and Mako could have had that, if he hadn't found Asami. But he did, and they didn't.
If she's going to have dreams that make her way up horny and bitterly lonely, couldn't they at least be dreams where she's the star? Dreaming about other people's sex lives is just salt on a wound she could ignore if it weren't for the, you know, salt.
She sighs and tightens her arms a little more. Maybe she should call Chekov — he might know something that could help her sleep without dreaming.]
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If she's going to have dreams that make her way up horny and bitterly lonely, couldn't they at least be dreams where she's the star? Dreaming about other people's sex lives is just salt on a wound she could ignore if it weren't for the, you know, salt.
She sighs and tightens her arms a little more. Maybe she should call Chekov — he might know something that could help her sleep without dreaming.]