Isaev's bed was broad and sprawling, ultra modern with a sleek, padded disembodied headboard.
He ran the back of his hand up over it.
"It's a spectacular bed, comrade. The Major likes his space."
Barshai paused.
"Spectacular...if a little solitary tonight."
Soft laugh, wistful.
"But it can't be helped."
Merkurii stretched out, sighing.
"My face...yes. You did a perfect job. No lasting damage. Just a little yellowing, and that will fade in a day or two. I tip my hat to you, Captain. You hurt me good."
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"I'm very comfortable," he said, truthfully.
And he was.
Isaev's bed was broad and sprawling, ultra modern with a sleek, padded disembodied headboard.
He ran the back of his hand up over it.
"It's a spectacular bed, comrade. The Major likes his space."
Barshai paused.
"Spectacular...if a little solitary tonight."
Soft laugh, wistful.
"But it can't be helped."
Merkurii stretched out, sighing.
"My face...yes. You did a perfect job. No lasting damage. Just a little yellowing, and that will fade in a day or two. I tip my hat to you, Captain. You hurt me good."