[ as curious as marta can be at times (as curious as she is about him specifically), she isn't one to really pry, preferring to think that the less she asks others, the less she'll be asked in turn. it's one of a handful of survival tactics that's worked out well for her in the past, and though she doesn't have as many reasons to play it close to her chest here among this crew, away from the laws that threaten to tear her family apart, old habits die hard... and there doesn't feel like much point in talking about things that would ultimately just wind up being nothing more than a sob story. there isn't anything anyone here can do about the problems she's still got to face back in her world; it wouldn't be very fair to anyone to act like they could.
of course this doesn't stop her from offering an ear to anyone who might need or want it, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, then maybe he's of the same mind. ]
I'll believe it when I see it.
[ or rather, when she doesn't see it.
but, this is good. a brief little breather to tilt her world back onto its axis. she counts the steps it takes from his room to the infirmary and back so that by the time she's entering his space again, her mind is a little clearer. ]
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of course this doesn't stop her from offering an ear to anyone who might need or want it, but if he doesn't want to talk about it, then maybe he's of the same mind. ]
I'll believe it when I see it.
[ or rather, when she doesn't see it.
but, this is good. a brief little breather to tilt her world back onto its axis. she counts the steps it takes from his room to the infirmary and back so that by the time she's entering his space again, her mind is a little clearer. ]