[Bel, now with the light woefully sending sleep stealing light through the room, toys with their comm, thinking about how to answer this. They did wake him up at 2 am. But then, so has Miles woken Bel up. Routinely.
They could write an essay here. Hell, it sounds like a great time to try out that mental interface crap that the comm is supposed to have, just to really top off a night of poorly thought out plans.
They lift a finger, sliding it over the glass to send a love note so peculiar, it could only come from one of Miles' Dendarii.]
Because an Admiral is his Fleet. And you're the first time anyone's ever loved it.
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They could write an essay here. Hell, it sounds like a great time to try out that mental interface crap that the comm is supposed to have, just to really top off a night of poorly thought out plans.
They lift a finger, sliding it over the glass to send a love note so peculiar, it could only come from one of Miles' Dendarii.]
Because an Admiral is his Fleet. And you're the first time anyone's ever loved it.
There's something to that.