So much had changed. It was as if the entire galaxy looked and felt different from before. Spending time away from people was so against how he'd operated for a few years now that it made him incredibly uncomfortable. Despite that, combined with his sheer stubbornness not to sink into mindless drugs and drinking all over again, it granted a sense of clarity along with it. A cracked wooden figurine of Andraste, repaired with a sliver of Sarassian iron, was stored in a lock box along with a datacard filled with thousands of fond memories. Every object of attached affection was locked away.
He'd tried to delete the pictures. Two men before a waterfall, drawn close together in a tender kiss. Another where they each smiled in their own way just after a haircut, skin bare in the light from the chest up. Morgan's memory wouldn't let him forget those moments even if he wiped the data. Simply storing it out of reach felt better than not. He didn't know why but followed his instincts. A lockbox of everything Emryc and Morgan was put together, hidden. Then there was only one thing left to do.
When Morgan arrived at the pick-up point where Aadya was waiting, Voyager wasn't the ship that came to call. A Starblossom yacht arrived in it's place with the ID Supernaut. The comm code that summoned the young Firrerreon however, was unmistakably Morgan.
Once Aadya was aboard, greeted by Dante's whistling as usual, she'd find her teacher in the common lounge area, guided by the sound of music. There he was, going through the process of packing and lighting coals for a hookah by hand. Rarely did he appear casually before the younger woman but here he wore simple, if expensive, dark storm-gray sweatpants and a tailored long-sleeve shirt in black. His expression was somewhat far away but focused on the task before him, a long-handled spoon packing the hookah's bowl with a mix of herbs while cubical coals heated on a flat burner.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said in that nearly-purring baritone of his, somewhere between suggestion and command. As usual he didn't immediately look at Aadya, but his head did angle slightly like he was listening in her direction. "Keeping up with your forms, yes?"
They had much work ahead of them but that wasn't going to stop Morgan being her teacher.
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