Eryx wouldn’t let him near the panel, apparently still not trusting him. Leander picked at grit under and around his fingernails, hoping he could make it last more than a few minutes. He liked to think of himself as someone who didn’t get bored, but that was on his ship with an entire bank of bootleg films and games. He suspected if he asked Eryx whether the base had either of those things, he’d get laughed at, and he didn’t have anything on his personal device.
He leaned forward, took off his shoes, and sighed.
“What?” asked Eryx from where he knelt with his hands buried in the open wall panel.
“How long’s this storm supposed to last?”
“Two days. It hasn’t changed from the first time I mentioned it.”
“Oh, f**k me,” said Leander, resting his head against the back of the couch and clos
