After Dinner

[Trace Kennet]

Trace had been on the couch for a while. He couldn't seem to wrestle the thoughts of his uselessness out of his mind. No matter how he looked at the matter, he just couldn't find out where he fit anymore. No one else was as worried as he was, and he didn't see why he was such an anomaly.
As far as fighting went, there was the captain, and Dru. Fixin things, was Jordan, and he bet the captain knew more than he let on. Jordan also cooked, and had some inklin' for fighting too. Sure, he could fly, but so could the captain. He didn't want to think about it.
Trace jumped at first, when the shooting started, he had seen Jordan walk by, but had pretended to be asleep, so she didn't bother him. The after a few minutes, the captain walked by and he again feigned sleep. The shooting stopped, he assumed because the captain was there. Well, he thought, at least they don't bother me when I am upset. He stood up to go to his bunk, but his exhaustion overcame him. He collapsed back onto the couch and fell asleep, snoring softly.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was on his way to his office when he made his way to the common area, and heard Trace snoring. Looking over, he saw the poor guy sprawled on the couch and shivering in his sleep. Lars walked over to the lockers that had linens and other such items. Opening one, he pulled out a blanket. He closed the locker and turned around to face Trace, debating how to go about this. He set the blanket on the floor, and walked over to the end of the couch where Trace's feet were. He lifted them onto the couch, and then retrieved the blanket.
"Well," he mused as he spread the blanket over Trace, "At least one of us is getting some sleep tonight." He stepped back to look over his handy work. Trace definitely looked more comfortable, and he had stopped shaking. Lars smiled, and he chuckled quietly as he turned and made his way to the bridge.