~BSG: Hegira
Bill spun the hatch to his quarters closed and sighed. Sometimes he needed to escape. The privacy of his quarters allowed him to do so.
Her shoes-abandoned at the door. Her blazer-hung on a chair.
She sat curled on the couch, a drink and her glasses on the coffee table.
“Laura?” He reached for a lamp.
“No,” she said quietly.
He sat down beside her in the darkness. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He wasn’t convinced.
“What are you doing?”
“I can’t escape on Colonial One.” A tear slid down her cheek.
Softly, he brushed it away with his thumb.
~finis~