[ Physical privacy is a bit of a novel concept for Maine. He was in the military for a long time, then on a space station that monitored him around the clock. He likes his personal space; he likes being able to escape from prying eyes; he likes the safety of his own head. But when it comes down to it, he hasn't had much in the way of genuine privacy since he was a teenager — and that's not saying much.
So when it comes to hanging up curtains, Maine finds himself torn between confusion and amusement. It's just such a civilian idea. Comforting for some people, he guesses, but unnecessary and insubstantial.
He hums and tilts his head slightly, eyes on the rope. Memories surface sluggishly: books filled with diagrams of knots and short strands of rope used for practice. ]
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So when it comes to hanging up curtains, Maine finds himself torn between confusion and amusement. It's just such a civilian idea. Comforting for some people, he guesses, but unnecessary and insubstantial.
He hums and tilts his head slightly, eyes on the rope. Memories surface sluggishly: books filled with diagrams of knots and short strands of rope used for practice. ]
Been a while.
[ Longer than he can readily recall. ]