[ Focused and rife with egress. She can walk out without embarrassing him.
Talk is a minefield. Lorca makes his own retreat, the conversation on her last message. He needs a drink already, after that. Instead, he heads onto Victrix's floor. Does a bit of glowering, engages in some toothy chitchat at the bar. Not for the first time since Philippa's death (it is vanishingly unlikely she will ever return as the version of herself that he knew here), he would rather be in the streets or at Patch's, earning Michael's disapproval.
He may still find himself there, at the end of the night.
At Neptune, he slips the host a few extra bills for a pair of seats along the wall. He orders for himself, only himself. Michael Burnham would never stand him up, unless the universe needed saving. Lorca doesn't know what she drinks in mourning. ]
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Date: 2026-02-01 04:26 am (UTC)Talk is a minefield. Lorca makes his own retreat, the conversation on her last message. He needs a drink already, after that. Instead, he heads onto Victrix's floor. Does a bit of glowering, engages in some toothy chitchat at the bar. Not for the first time since Philippa's death (it is vanishingly unlikely she will ever return as the version of herself that he knew here), he would rather be in the streets or at Patch's, earning Michael's disapproval.
He may still find himself there, at the end of the night.
At Neptune, he slips the host a few extra bills for a pair of seats along the wall. He orders for himself, only himself. Michael Burnham would never stand him up, unless the universe needed saving. Lorca doesn't know what she drinks in mourning. ]