"I don't really intend to have you in touching range while I wipe my backside if I can help it," the SOLDIER says mildly; it doesn't take too long to determine what is and is not easily functional, and further isn't yet necessary. "I'd rather know now than find out later during some potential emergency."
Tolerable is still much closer than most people were comfortable with. A week would be... irritating, but not much more than that if they were careful about distances, based on his rough estimate. This was going to take planning around.
Shaw snorts, but doesn't disagree; just because she's had plenty of experience with co-ed communal bathrooms doesn't mean she's actively looking to repeat the experience.
"Okay." She angles her head towards the far end of the hallway that she'd come from. "Let's see how it holds up through walls and doors, then. My cabin's right down there."
Taking a shower was fine. Anything else was.. more personal somehow. "Alright. Even in my own cabin it didn't feel like I was going to pass out or anything, so it's unlikely to be a problem if we're locked on other sides of a door, just.. unpleasant maybe."
But it's best to find out. Since Shaw's one of the medical personnel on the ship, there are things he simply can't be there for if it comes up; he'd be in the way, and privacy is a thing for any medical profession. He's minding the distance between them when he heads for Shaw's quarters though, there's no need to test how miserable it is on the way there too.
Shaw's thoughts are, reluctantly, the same; as much as she'd like to feel this out more, they should focus on one thing at a time. So she walks along in silence, making sure to neither outpace him nor let him outpace her as they make their way to level 1. In theory, it's a balance that she should be used to, but the extremity of it trips her up. Walking so close that she keeps accidentally brushing her elbow with him is new. So is the undeniable relief she feels every time it happens.
With a defeated sigh, she reaches out and curls her fingers loosely around his forearm.
It helps. It feels like the encroaching signs of degradation, up until there's actual contact, sweeping it away like a fresh breeze.
Which means there's no protest at all when Shaw sighs and gives into what the Admiral is clearly after, though he does look momentarily bemused. It's been a long time since he allowed people to just casually touch him, for fear of what it might do. Hesitant allowances had been made for medical care, or sparring, but he had been stripped of his more malignant powers, so there really wasn't any harm now, was there? "How do you feel about handholding?" The twitch of a smile will SURELY be forgiven. "I don't think anyone will get the wrong idea, while this is going on. They'll have to too."
And despite her clear lack of enthusiasm, she doesn't hesitate to let go of his arm and slide her hand into his instead. Honestly, even if he is wrong about this being a widespread thing (and she very much doubts that he is), everybody here is weird enough that she doubts anyone will bat an eye at them.
"Who do you think is taking it the worst? I'd put money on Michaelis' reaction being a laugh riot."
Or they'd just assume there's more to their relationship than friendship, or warden and inmate. It wouldn't be the first time people got a little.. too involved with their inmate, after all. "It might make walking around a bit easier at least. Less tripping over me."
He gets in the way sometimes! "... You've met Lahabrea, right? I can't imagine he's going to be fond of something so .. 'intimate' as even a held hand. He won't flip out about it, he's too aloof for that but I bet he's squirming."
"Michaelis won't flip, either; he'll just smile passive-aggressively." She glances over at Angeal (up at Angeal, really, given the height difference). "You and me are both aloof. Are you squirming?"
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Tolerable is still much closer than most people were comfortable with. A week would be... irritating, but not much more than that if they were careful about distances, based on his rough estimate. This was going to take planning around.
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"Okay." She angles her head towards the far end of the hallway that she'd come from. "Let's see how it holds up through walls and doors, then. My cabin's right down there."
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But it's best to find out. Since Shaw's one of the medical personnel on the ship, there are things he simply can't be there for if it comes up; he'd be in the way, and privacy is a thing for any medical profession. He's minding the distance between them when he heads for Shaw's quarters though, there's no need to test how miserable it is on the way there too.
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With a defeated sigh, she reaches out and curls her fingers loosely around his forearm.
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Which means there's no protest at all when Shaw sighs and gives into what the Admiral is clearly after, though he does look momentarily bemused. It's been a long time since he allowed people to just casually touch him, for fear of what it might do. Hesitant allowances had been made for medical care, or sparring, but he had been stripped of his more malignant powers, so there really wasn't any harm now, was there? "How do you feel about handholding?" The twitch of a smile will SURELY be forgiven. "I don't think anyone will get the wrong idea, while this is going on. They'll have to too."
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And despite her clear lack of enthusiasm, she doesn't hesitate to let go of his arm and slide her hand into his instead. Honestly, even if he is wrong about this being a widespread thing (and she very much doubts that he is), everybody here is weird enough that she doubts anyone will bat an eye at them.
"Who do you think is taking it the worst? I'd put money on Michaelis' reaction being a laugh riot."
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He gets in the way sometimes! "... You've met Lahabrea, right? I can't imagine he's going to be fond of something so .. 'intimate' as even a held hand. He won't flip out about it, he's too aloof for that but I bet he's squirming."
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