[Dean's schedule tend towards the aimless, these days. Unpaired, with an empty department, on a ship that doesn't really need a maintenance team most of the time anyway, and with a lessened inclination to involve himself in the lives of others - not nonexistent anymore, not after his coma made him restless, but still lessened - he's feeling the closed space more than ever.
So all in all, the only schedule he really follows is the meal periods in the dining hall; he spends less time in his room than he has been, but he still returns frequently and fairly randomly. He knows the Marquis comes and goes as he pleases and he's fine with that, but he rarely actually catches him here; furthermore he's not expecting anyone there anymore. He has, miraculously, no enemies and he lives here alone.
So when he walks in and knows, instinctively, that it's occupied he knows something else just as instinctively and his stomach drops without stopping to register why with his conscious mind. He looks up from trying to re-tie the knot of his necklace, newly threaded onto a new waxed cord, and finds the Marquis instantly.
He smiles and when that cannot hold, it morphs into a smirk. His hand stalls on the doorknob.]
Hey, sunshine. You don't have enough of my books stashed away where you think I'll never find 'em?
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So all in all, the only schedule he really follows is the meal periods in the dining hall; he spends less time in his room than he has been, but he still returns frequently and fairly randomly. He knows the Marquis comes and goes as he pleases and he's fine with that, but he rarely actually catches him here; furthermore he's not expecting anyone there anymore. He has, miraculously, no enemies and he lives here alone.
So when he walks in and knows, instinctively, that it's occupied he knows something else just as instinctively and his stomach drops without stopping to register why with his conscious mind. He looks up from trying to re-tie the knot of his necklace, newly threaded onto a new waxed cord, and finds the Marquis instantly.
He smiles and when that cannot hold, it morphs into a smirk. His hand stalls on the doorknob.]
Hey, sunshine. You don't have enough of my books stashed away where you think I'll never find 'em?