It's not until Carlisle breaks the silence that Qubit notices it was there. Self-conscious, he stands up from the doorframe, reflexively straightening his lapels.
"I guessed as much," he says with a nod. But his eyes go right back to the painting, and after a second's deliberation he decides to voice what he was actually thinking. "It just occurred to me, uh..." - he gestures vaguely between it and Carlisle - "this is the first I've really seen of your face."
He's seen hints, of course, mainly in the form of x-ray images from their sleep experiment a while back. Attenuated bones, the dim suggestion of voids in the ghostly surrounding tissue - nothing concrete, though.
But even then, that's only what Carlisle looks like. This is his face. There's a big difference.
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It's not until Carlisle breaks the silence that Qubit notices it was there. Self-conscious, he stands up from the doorframe, reflexively straightening his lapels.
"I guessed as much," he says with a nod. But his eyes go right back to the painting, and after a second's deliberation he decides to voice what he was actually thinking. "It just occurred to me, uh..." - he gestures vaguely between it and Carlisle - "this is the first I've really seen of your face."
He's seen hints, of course, mainly in the form of x-ray images from their sleep experiment a while back. Attenuated bones, the dim suggestion of voids in the ghostly surrounding tissue - nothing concrete, though.
But even then, that's only what Carlisle looks like. This is his face. There's a big difference.