[Carlisle remains seated on the daybed for a second longer, his eyes flicking from Qubit to his mug on the glyph and back before he gets to his feet, unsure if he should follow. Yes, he's here for the data, here to hear about the data and Qubit's findings, but he was looking forward to just sitting with Qubit for a bit, conversing and simply enjoying his company. In due time, he reminds himself. Qubit seemed optimistic about the data, so there's nothing to worry about, surely.
But Carlisle worries all the same. It's his natural state of being.]
Should I come in there? Or did you want to bring it in here? [Could he? Or was the data on one of those many screens in his lab?]
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But Carlisle worries all the same. It's his natural state of being.]
Should I come in there? Or did you want to bring it in here? [Could he? Or was the data on one of those many screens in his lab?]