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Surit rarely forgot things, even under pressure. Even—like now—under the pressure of being faced with an unexpectedly attractive, unexpectedly naked stranger at what Surit had thought was a routine introduction. Surit remembered faces and images particularly easily, so easily that it had almost felt like he was cheating in exams when he read the answers off a mental picture of the textbook.
He was counting down in his head, Three and a half minutes until scheduled docking, but he’d learned that level of detail worried people.
Surit frowned at his wristband. Tennal was starting to understand he didn’t like missing a deadline, even one he’d set himself.
They had an array of tiny glass, flint, and silver studs decorating their cuff, which was nonstandard—flint was common, and glass was a galactic way of indicating nonbinary, but silver didn’t have a meaning Tennal knew. Either they’d explain when they wanted to, or they wouldn’t. Tennal vaguely settled on gender irrelevant, maybe fem-aligning.
