He looks almost exactly the same. Thin, pale, worn from a month of captivity. Almost exactly like he had when he first arrived.
"It was only two days for me," he finally says, voice soft. "I woke up two days ago from the Fleet, back in the camp. We, um, well, we got out. As you can see."
He hesitates, because he's still Julian Bashir, still awkward and uncomfortable, but this is Beverly, and then he steps in and hugs her, so she doesn't have to work out if she can do it or not.
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Date: 2015-09-25 12:19 pm (UTC)"It was only two days for me," he finally says, voice soft. "I woke up two days ago from the Fleet, back in the camp. We, um, well, we got out. As you can see."
He hesitates, because he's still Julian Bashir, still awkward and uncomfortable, but this is Beverly, and then he steps in and hugs her, so she doesn't have to work out if she can do it or not.