[Date of the assigned day. Chilton had his communicator in hand, considering it -- those messages had been something, and it left for ample material to stem from. Not that Dorian would likely appreciate the endeavoring, of course, but sometimes psychological therapy was painful!]
There's only two of us. [Muttered Chilton, in reference to that test Dorian made days ago.] I am not the wrong choice.
[He put down the communicator and leaned back in his chair, frowning as he pulled out the notepad dedicated to Dorian's psychological state.]
action!
There's only two of us. [Muttered Chilton, in reference to that test Dorian made days ago.] I am not the wrong choice.
[He put down the communicator and leaned back in his chair, frowning as he pulled out the notepad dedicated to Dorian's psychological state.]