The harsh beeping noise woke him, his mind fogged from sleep as his eyes fluttered open. His omnitool’s notification alert kept going, and Ser’Tor blinked, sitting up carefully. He went to bring up his omnitool’s display, and discovered his hand was neatly intertwined with Neri’s, and a soft smile pulled at his lips, his cheeks heating with embarassment. Carefully, he disentangled his fingers, and tapped gently at the screen. A message from Drenthe…it was short, basically giving him a departure time and location. Two days sooner than he’d anticipated. A sad feeling twisted through his chest and he looked down, the message closing automatically.
(Source: sertor-nar-usela)
