[for daniel] time makes you bolder

[fallen_ancient]

The ending with Cameron had been quiet, deceptively so. Behind his resignation lay a capacity for self-destructiveness that worried her with the hurt he had taken. He had accepted her decision, because he had no choice. Fait accompli. Although she would have listened to his arguments had he chosen to make them, she did what she knew best for both

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[theunascended]

The knock startled him more because of who it was knocking than that someone wanted to see him. He did, occasionally, have visitors. Okay, so usually it was Vala barging in without knocking, but that counted, at least. Didn't it? But this wasn't Vala and it wasn't Mitchell and it wasn't any number of people he could have expected.

It was Morgan.

"Come on in," he called. "I'm in the library." Of course, it wasn't much of one, but there was enough room for two people on the couch. He stood up when she entered and gestured at the other end of the couch. "What's up?"

[fallen_ancient]

At his words, Morgan suppressed the small pang of loss she felt over the room she had designed and cherished that would now belong to Cameron. It would have been uncharitable and unkind to ask him to move out, as well as imprudent, since she had need of being away from New Atlantis. It was uncharitable to miss the room when she had moments ago said goodbye to her lover.

Uncharitable, but terribly human.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, pausing to allow her eyes to adjust to the light. Hands folded at her waist, she approached Daniel, then opened her hands to gesture to the couch. "May I sit? I believe we should talk. It's about Cameron and me."

[theunascended]

"Yes, of course." He gestured at the couch again and frowned. "What's wrong?" He glanced behind her quickly, half expecting Mitchell to be behind her somewhere. He wasn't, of course, and that made him worry a little more. Just what was going on?

Had Mitchell finally come to his senses?

No. That was ridiculous.

Morgan, then?

[fallen_ancient]

Morgan sat neatly, gracefully, almost as though she had not moved at all, but that was as much illusion as her relationship with Cameron had been, and all the more illusion she wished to muster that day.

"I don't believe it would be accurate to say anything is wrong," she began, taking uncharacteristic refuge in pedantry. "After our conversation last week, and upon several others I have had recently... in addition to considerable meditation on the subject, I decided it would be best for both of us to end the romantic aspects of our relationship now."

How dry that seemed, and how much more emotional she felt in telling Daniel than she had in relaying the same to Cameron. That meant something, she felt certain, but in this moment, she could not be certain what.