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[simon_doctor]

He sent a wave last night, after the discussion with Jordie.

Kaylee, ai ren --

I need to ask you a favor. Would you be willing to find some of my old files in the study, sometime in the next day or two? I didn't expect to need them on this trip, but something's come up. It's the set of data solids in the blue case, in the left-hand drawer of the desk.

If you can, and if you could let me know when would be a good time for you, maybe I could meet you to retrieve them?

I love you, and miss you. And hope to see you soon.

-Simon

She responded with a wave naming a date and time; he sent back an acknowledgment, and thanks.

At the designated time, he's in Milliways, sitting at a table with a glass of iced green tea and watching the front door.




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[gonna_live]

It's not much longer before she wanders in, with a bag slung over her shoulder.

She doesn't seem to see him at first; she heads straight for the bar.

[simon_doctor]

He half-stands, and raises a hand to try to catch her eye. "Kaylee?"

[gonna_live]

Kaylee turns around, and smiles a little, heading in his direction.

She holds out the bag as soon as she's close enough. "Right where you said it'd be."

(She looks tired; she's dressed informally.)

[simon_doctor]

He finishes standing as she approaches, and reaches out for the bag with a smile of his own.

"Xiexie. It's so good to see you."

[gonna_live]

"I'd've thought you'd be too busy with Jordie to think about that." She seats herself across from him.

[simon_doctor]

"About what, missing you? No." He puts out a hand, resting it on the tabletop.

[gonna_live]

"That mean you're not havin' fun?" Kaylee raises her eyebrows.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I don't see many people have iced green tea here," says a man at a nearby table. "Everyone's so caffeine obsessed."

[simon_doctor]

Simon glances at the man.

"Well, it's early afternoon for me."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't stop some people. There are times I wonder if this less a bar and more a Sundollar's." He watches people. He sees coffee.

[simon_doctor]

"Sundollar's?" He tilts his head a little.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Reasonable popular chain of coffee shops in 21st century America, and some other places." He knows that sometimes you need to clarify here. He learned that talking to Sallie.

[simon_doctor]

"Ah." Half a beat. "Is that where you're from?"

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I was. I think one of the things I don't miss are Sundollar's.

"You?" He order not green tea but herbal, iced.

[hoorayfor-me.livejournal.com]

[simon_doctor]

[:) Is that a request to thread, or just a yay?]

[hoorayfor-me.livejournal.com]

[simon_doctor]

[I'm open! Feel free to tag in. :D]

[mr_gaeta]

The door clanks open, heavily.

On the other side of it, Gaeta breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the murmur of the bar instead of the officers' quarters. If he's going to be unfocused and distracted, better it be here than on Galactica -- even if he's not on duty right now.

Three paces inside, half a second to let the door shut behind him, and he fishes a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, intent on lighting up as soon as he can.

[simon_doctor]

Simon glances up at the unusual sound of the door -- it sounds a little like the airlock on Serenity, only louder.

He raises his head, not waving, but trying to catch Gaeta's eye.

[mr_gaeta]

A few more seconds go by: one to tap out a cigarette and the lighter, one to strike the flame, two to return the pack to his jacket flap.

Three more to breathe in and exhale like he hasn't had a smoke in days.

When he finally looks up and around the bar, he catches sight of Simon; Gaeta pulls together a small smile and lifts his hand in a wave, trailing curls of smoke through the air.

[simon_doctor]

He waves back, and tilts his head at the seat next to him.

[mr_gaeta]

He nods a thank-you as the smile firms, briefly, then makes his way through the chairs and crowds to reach Simon's table, taking another drag on the cigarette as he does.

"Hey," he says once he's close enough to be heard, and slides into the proffered seat.

[simon_doctor]

"Wei," he says back. "How have you been?"

[mr_gaeta]

"Been better. Been worse," he allows, wryly.

Much worse, in the grand scheme of things. This is...it's a shock to the system, at worst. Nothing truly worth worrying about.

(Or so he's been reminding himself.)

"How about you?"