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with his h<strong>and</strong>s as he described a new spatial relativity <strong>the</strong>ory to<br />
Chuck. He sipped his water while Liam joked about his beliefs<br />
suddenly being very convenient, leaving more alcohol for <strong>the</strong> rest of<br />
us. I was embarrassed by <strong>the</strong> talk but Jabril nodded, smiling, goodnatured<br />
about it.<br />
It was rare for <strong>the</strong> four of us to ga<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> same room. I<br />
hung at <strong>the</strong> periphery of <strong>the</strong> cabin, light <strong>and</strong> relaxed, one h<strong>and</strong> curled<br />
about <strong>the</strong> straw to my drinking bulb, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r lightly resting on a wall<br />
grip. I studied each of my shipmates as <strong>the</strong>y talked over <strong>the</strong> hardedged<br />
music, to which even I swayed my head in gentle half-time. All<br />
<strong>the</strong> guys had grown light beards, though when I'd first met <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>y'd<br />
been clean shaven. Chuck was by far <strong>the</strong> youngest of us, darkly<br />
attractive in that football-hero way some find so compelling. Liam<br />
was like an older, ruddy, masculine version of me: red-headed <strong>and</strong><br />
prone to blushes. Only, he had far fewer freckles than I did <strong>and</strong><br />
considerably more hair on him. Considerably more hair. Half <strong>the</strong><br />
nutrients in our waste-reclamation compost were probably derived<br />
from Liam's shed arm-hairs, pulled from <strong>the</strong> air filtration system.<br />
My gaze lingered on Jabril. The o<strong>the</strong>rs had taken to calling<br />
him Gabe, short for <strong>the</strong> anglicized version of his name. I didn't think<br />
it suited him.<br />
His skin had a beautiful, translucent quality. His features<br />
were fine, but not weak. For <strong>the</strong> first time in my life I found myself<br />
thinking of a man's looks as aristocratic. Of all of us, he looked <strong>the</strong><br />
healthiest after more than three months in space, <strong>and</strong> of <strong>the</strong> men he<br />
was <strong>the</strong> only one I found more attractive with his short beard than<br />
without.<br />
He happened to look up, meet my gaze over <strong>the</strong> top of<br />
Chuck's head. I froze, mortified to be caught staring, especially when<br />
he'd made it clear he didn't much like me or want to be my friend.<br />
He'd always been professional <strong>and</strong> exceedingly polite. But cool.<br />
Always cool. I was surprised when he smiled at me.<br />
I turned to fiddle with <strong>the</strong> volume control of <strong>the</strong> console,<br />
forgetting to smile back. I skipped a couple songs on Chuck's<br />
r<strong>and</strong>om-seeming playlist just to have something to do while <strong>the</strong> heat<br />
faded from my face <strong>and</strong> neck. When I turned again to face <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs,<br />
Jabril was gone.<br />
Liam held up <strong>the</strong> bottle, pump affixed to <strong>the</strong> slender glass<br />
neck looking incongruous, ungainly. I pushed from <strong>the</strong> wall with my<br />
toes <strong>and</strong> eased up beside him, trying to regain my good mood as he<br />
inserted <strong>the</strong> pump spout into my drinking bulb.<br />
"Did you chase Jabril away?" I asked, attempting humor. Of <strong>the</strong><br />
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