[He's been watching her. Almost every public appearance, definitely every network appearance, he's been watching. He's determined who she's not - which doesn't make him any more comfortable around her, but it makes it possible to be nearby, at least.]
[Which he is now, slinking into the chapel like a guilty animal and sitting a few pews back from her. He kicks his feet up onto the back of the one in front of him and stares at the ceiling, fiddling on his communicator as if he's all alone.]
spam, lmk if this is cool >_>
[Which he is now, slinking into the chapel like a guilty animal and sitting a few pews back from her. He kicks his feet up onto the back of the one in front of him and stares at the ceiling, fiddling on his communicator as if he's all alone.]
[Then he sends:]
Not me.