::looks to side, where mother sits in stony-faced silence::
::so much for that reassurance::
Just as well you weren't asking for opinions, I assume.
...was I supposed to?
I mean, if you want to pick out my socks, fine, but there are some things I'd prefer not to leave up to a community vote...
::follows grandson's pointed look::
::pinches bridge of nose::
I thought you liked Seven, sweetheart!
::clenches teeth, resisting the urge to kick andrewkim
...he just can't be happy unless anyone
else is in the hot seat::
's fine hair, modulating tones to bland indifference::
like Seven. I'm just not really certain...
You said she was good for me.
::tries not to sound too accusing...but really, there are times when the constant mind-changing members of the female species seem to do wears thin::
Yes, I did...
She is. She really is.
Since you seem to be beaming from head to toe, I assume the answer was yes, so...
::holds her eye for a minute, still not convinced...ah, well, a topic for later::
::shifts attention to other daughter::
No smart aleck remarks, sprite?
::lifts shoulders in a shrug::
If it means you two can get over the over emotional honeymoon phase faster, by all means.
She has a point. I was getting ready to charge for all the advice you've been asking.
I don't see why you shouldn't go for it, especially if Seven can keep you in line and out of our hair.
::drops teasing, putting a note of warning in tone::
Just be sure, Paris. She's not the type of girl who would easily blow off any hurt caused by a split down the road. She deserves to be happy.
I am sure, Harry. I've never...
::lets that one drop, hoping linnis_paris
is too absorbed in her own sulking to finish the sentence ::
::glances back around, mildly embarrassed::
I just thought you all should know.
Well, we appreciate it. Especially those of us past our bedtime.
::reaches over to tug baby away from linnis_paris
::she's no teddy bear, for Pete's sake::
I'm happy for you, but I'm not calling Seven gran. Probably get me assimilated anyhow.
::taking pilot's unspoken cue, nudges lieutenantkim
Speaking of which, you wanna tuck the princess in? She'll listen to you.
I don't think you have anything to worry about. If the whole Collective couldn't be suffered to take you in, I doubt Seven alone would want the headache of a mini-link.
::climbs to feet as well, following them, after giving older sister another glare...if she needs all the attention, let her have it, then::
::rolls neck, waiting patiently for gaggle of clowns to disperse::
::debates between former seat at desk and a less safe but closer proximity, finally plopping down on end of sofa nearest companion's seat::
::notes that she substituted a throw pillow for the baby::
Sweetheart, I haven't seen you sulk like this since you were five months old and Neelix permanently revoked kitchen privileges.
It's still not funny.
::furrows brow, finding excellent angle of complaint::
Even at that time, I was still older than Seven was when she was assimilated.
You know, she really hasn't grown up all that much emotionally.
...and you're in a ball on my sofa, pouting.
::runs hand through hair...maybe that was mean::
What I'm trying to say, sweetheart, is that all of us are living on borrowed time. Seven might not be as emotionally stable as a normal human woman her age might be, but then again, she probably never will be. That's what happens when your childhood is robbed from you.
...if I can help her come to grips with this new adult world she's trying to assimilate into, I want to. I haven't tried to pressure her into being anything she isn't ready to be.
I know that, I just...
::drops pillow, curling lip up in frustration...mostly directed inward::
This isn't even about Seven.