[ He's got a mind to ask her if she wants coffee, hovering near the (ancient, in his opinion) coffee maker (that he's finally figured out how to operate) when she says that and he turns around--
Jim can't help it, looking impressed and excited like he wants to ask a million questions about what's out there. The Delta Quadrant. He'd just keep going and going, out into nowhere, anywhere, for a million years. (Maybe that's where he'll go, off into the unknown, and not into the void.)
But she doesn't seem thrilled about it, and he schools his expression. Slightly chagrined. Sorry, sorry, reeling in it. ]
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Jim can't help it, looking impressed and excited like he wants to ask a million questions about what's out there. The Delta Quadrant. He'd just keep going and going, out into nowhere, anywhere, for a million years. (Maybe that's where he'll go, off into the unknown, and not into the void.)
But she doesn't seem thrilled about it, and he schools his expression. Slightly chagrined. Sorry, sorry, reeling in it. ]
On purpose?