"No," Veronica snaps. She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. When she speaks it’s calm, reasonable, and as firm as her grip on the counter behind her. "I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to fight. I just want to do my job and go home."
"I can explain—"
"Stop. You can’t." Those damn expressive eyes of hers turn watery, imploring. "No explanation is going to cut it. Not after you let me — " The corners of her lips go white in anger as she swallows whatever else she was going to say, and shakes her head.
He waits but the accusations never come, a first for her. It’s unnerving, and leaves him less room to get inside this and fix things. Probably the point, actually.
[Spoilers, maybe, beyond]
That Saturn scene. A++ shit.
Gorya Sorokin. Making my blood boil.
Veronica. Also making my blood boil, but slightly less, and for different reasons.
Something needs to happen before they get off that ship.
MY HEART WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TAKE DOCKING IN LA AND SIMPLY SAYING GOODBYE. ITCANNOT!
Damn you, scandalpantsstuff. DAMNYOU!iloveyouDAMNYOU!