What the hell is wrong with me?
I scanned my system for signs of disease - bacterial, viral, even the common cold! - nothing.
It's 0200. I can't sleep, I'm not hungry, and my chest feels heavy and strange. I tried to work, but my concentration was blown the second I picked up the padd. All I can seem to do is pace this cursed room, end to end, like a trapped animal, waiting...for what?
That, my friends, is the question worth ten thousand bars of gold-pressed latinum.
"I'm so glad to have made such an interesting friend today."
Ten simple words, that's all. Nothing special, just a nice, polite, cordial farewell. No reason to get my insides all shook up. But God, that face...those intense, beautiful, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that makes my heart flutter. Dammit, I'm a man. That is *not* supposed to happen!
Ah, but when those massive, grey, Cardassian hands clasped my shoulders, I felt like the center of his universe. I felt...good.
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