Ability to Drink
Someone else sits behind your desk. There is a cup of raktagino at his side, and for a minute I want to barge in and ask why - you don't drink.
I stop myself. He does - drink raktagino - like every other officer here. A bad habit we got from Jadzia, before she died. Something you were beginning to wish you could do, before you left.
Someone else sits behind your desk, filing the reports you filled, trying to scowl as you did, but not conveying the same expression.
Someone sits behind your desk and I stop myself. That someone's not you.
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