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Room 204 [lunchtime]
Nov. 2nd, 2010 11:21 amBen had finished with his classes and fled back to his room: today was just not a day he was up to spending around a lot of people.
He checked his comlink just in time to see a quick message from his father show up--Miss you. Love you. Check in later. Dad.--and promised himself that he'd reply later. For now, though, he was going to curl up on his bed with a complicated piece of machinery to tinker with and a pint of ice cream to eat, and try (unsuccessfully--having perfect recall was no gift) to forget every single moment of what it was like to find his mom in the Hapes Cluster.
Ben hated anniversaries.
He checked his comlink just in time to see a quick message from his father show up--Miss you. Love you. Check in later. Dad.--and promised himself that he'd reply later. For now, though, he was going to curl up on his bed with a complicated piece of machinery to tinker with and a pint of ice cream to eat, and try (unsuccessfully--having perfect recall was no gift) to forget every single moment of what it was like to find his mom in the Hapes Cluster.
Ben hated anniversaries.
