[ There's more than a passing chance his bracelet is beneath one of those cuffs, given Loki's colour selection of uniform. He strides out of the conference room, making a beeline for the nearest turbolift and the shortest ride to take him somewhere less stuffy, somewhere away from Chris's overwhelming presence.
He rests his head in his arms once ensconced in a corner of the galley, only he isn't left to brood alone for long. People he has met and made pleasant acquaintances with ask if he's okay, to which the response The captain gave me a dressing-down draws some whistles and exclamations, chairs squealing as they are pulled over to hear the gossip, juicy even when left at I don't want to talk about it. Before very long he has ensigns flocking his table, some over folded arms where they lean on chairs and others joking about the times they felt like melting into dirt in front of the senior officers too. A sweet girl in red pats his arm. He cheers up as he lifts his head to listen, the bad mood starting to seep away as the crew of young explorers share gallingly embarrassing stories to make him feel like the world isn't ending (because clearly, being told off by Chris is terrifying as prospects go, no matter how much they adore him).
What did you do? asks an alien in yellow that he thinks helped him on his first day. "Something he didn't like," Loki replies, and there is a sage nodding of heads, as if that's a shared fear; no real reason for being in trouble, just somehow getting to that point. After half an hour, Loki is sharing drinks with a handful of colourful shirts. He's the captain, they keep reiterating, He can't neglect to pull people up on things, don't worry too much if you still have your commission. Everyone sympathises with Loki but nobody actively criticises Chris.
It was just an unpleasant shock, Lukas. Don't dwell on it.
It's his ship to run as he wants, y'know? He doesn't hate you, buddy.
Have another drink if your shift's over, it'll help you sleep tonight.
Perhaps, he thinks, he could go to find Chris later this evening. Apologise. He supposes he did sort of step out of line ... ]
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[ There's more than a passing chance his bracelet is beneath one of those cuffs, given Loki's colour selection of uniform. He strides out of the conference room, making a beeline for the nearest turbolift and the shortest ride to take him somewhere less stuffy, somewhere away from Chris's overwhelming presence.
He rests his head in his arms once ensconced in a corner of the galley, only he isn't left to brood alone for long. People he has met and made pleasant acquaintances with ask if he's okay, to which the response The captain gave me a dressing-down draws some whistles and exclamations, chairs squealing as they are pulled over to hear the gossip, juicy even when left at I don't want to talk about it. Before very long he has ensigns flocking his table, some over folded arms where they lean on chairs and others joking about the times they felt like melting into dirt in front of the senior officers too. A sweet girl in red pats his arm. He cheers up as he lifts his head to listen, the bad mood starting to seep away as the crew of young explorers share gallingly embarrassing stories to make him feel like the world isn't ending (because clearly, being told off by Chris is terrifying as prospects go, no matter how much they adore him).
What did you do? asks an alien in yellow that he thinks helped him on his first day. "Something he didn't like," Loki replies, and there is a sage nodding of heads, as if that's a shared fear; no real reason for being in trouble, just somehow getting to that point. After half an hour, Loki is sharing drinks with a handful of colourful shirts. He's the captain, they keep reiterating, He can't neglect to pull people up on things, don't worry too much if you still have your commission. Everyone sympathises with Loki but nobody actively criticises Chris.
It was just an unpleasant shock, Lukas. Don't dwell on it.
It's his ship to run as he wants, y'know? He doesn't hate you, buddy.
Have another drink if your shift's over, it'll help you sleep tonight.
Perhaps, he thinks, he could go to find Chris later this evening. Apologise. He supposes he did sort of step out of line ... ]