It's Your Right

Leo stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame as the soft amber light of the corridor pooled around Chloe's boots.

She looked impossibly small out there.

She wore only her dark form-fitting base layer, the thin fabric clinging to her narrow shoulders, and her wide green eyes kept flicking between the deck plates and the collar of his shirt... right where her teeth had been.

Her pale hands were balled into fists against her thighs and her shoulders were hunched so high they nearly touched her ears.

"Chloe?" Leo said, keeping his voice low so it wouldn't carry down the silent hall. "Everything okay? What's going on?"

"Can I... can I come in for a second, Leo?" she whispered. "Just... for a minute. Please."

Leo didn't ask questions. 

He stepped back and tapped the wall panel. 

"Yeah… Come on in."

She darted through the threshold like a frightened rabbit slipping into a burrow.

SWOOSH!