It's comedic, really. Felix is still terribly wary of the Enterprise as a whole, reflexively nervous about traversing the ship's halls without Jim at his side to cover for him. The fact that he belongs there now hasn't yet sunk in, and it doesn't help that Sulu is definitely not buying his credentials for some reason.
And nonetheless, after a week cooped up in the same couple of rooms you'd expect even Felix would be venturing out during the day. Even if only to find his way to the observation deck, even if he kept stopping to scribble on that printed (printed!) map he always stashes in his pocket. He's an easily bored man and he's more recovered than Jim is yet. Which means it's quite transparent he's keeping vigil in their quarters to stop Jim from finding where he stashed the PINpoints. Or to stop Tiber from leading him to it. Likely both.
There's a pile of notes and a PADD on the coffee table, but those were there last night. Jim knows they're the xenotoxicology notes Felix has been making, puzzling his way through one of the reference texts Sulu pointedly name-dropped around him. But the mage's satchel is propped against the foot of the table.
Felix himself is dozing on the couch, a leather-bound notebook open in his hand. Tiber is curled up beside him, taking advantage of the warmth. The mage is dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and pants Jim's never seen him wear before - clearly something obtained in Yorktown, but it looks like something designed for meditation rather than workwear.
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And nonetheless, after a week cooped up in the same couple of rooms you'd expect even Felix would be venturing out during the day. Even if only to find his way to the observation deck, even if he kept stopping to scribble on that printed (printed!) map he always stashes in his pocket. He's an easily bored man and he's more recovered than Jim is yet. Which means it's quite transparent he's keeping vigil in their quarters to stop Jim from finding where he stashed the PINpoints. Or to stop Tiber from leading him to it. Likely both.
There's a pile of notes and a PADD on the coffee table, but those were there last night. Jim knows they're the xenotoxicology notes Felix has been making, puzzling his way through one of the reference texts Sulu pointedly name-dropped around him. But the mage's satchel is propped against the foot of the table.
Felix himself is dozing on the couch, a leather-bound notebook open in his hand. Tiber is curled up beside him, taking advantage of the warmth. The mage is dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and pants Jim's never seen him wear before - clearly something obtained in Yorktown, but it looks like something designed for meditation rather than workwear.