(Staying like this would be nice. If they could stay together in the kitchen, forehead to forehead, eyes closed... that would be good. Beverly's hands are warm on her waist, the kiss to her brow soft, sweet. Lucretia holds her as close as she dares.)
... What do you mean?
(Does Beverly intends on staying here? That doesn't make any sense. What about Wesley? What about Deanna, and Jean-Luc and the Enterprise– the rest of her crew? Did something happen to them back at home? She leans back, and drops her hands to rest lightly on Beverly's shoulder, watching her with concern.)
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... What do you mean?
(Does Beverly intends on staying here? That doesn't make any sense. What about Wesley? What about Deanna, and Jean-Luc and the Enterprise– the rest of her crew? Did something happen to them back at home? She leans back, and drops her hands to rest lightly on Beverly's shoulder, watching her with concern.)