[Dean wrinkles his nose a bit. He's always liked people, it's where his attention turns when he gets bored, which is often enough. He likes interacting with people and he likes learning all the little quirks of them. This is his world to learn about. This is his science. People.
And as soon as he'd asked it he could envision it clearly; Galactica was this same basic setup only less unlikely, less time to sit around doing nothing, ironically. Why would Felix have made friends any more easily then?]
Do you want to make more friends? [It's an abrupt question, occurring to him for the first time; he's been shoving people at Felix and vice because it seems like the only natural thing to do to him, and he's always been the one who knows people. He never thought for a moment it might be legitimately unwanted.]
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And as soon as he'd asked it he could envision it clearly; Galactica was this same basic setup only less unlikely, less time to sit around doing nothing, ironically. Why would Felix have made friends any more easily then?]
Do you want to make more friends? [It's an abrupt question, occurring to him for the first time; he's been shoving people at Felix and vice because it seems like the only natural thing to do to him, and he's always been the one who knows people. He never thought for a moment it might be legitimately unwanted.]