Kartuiin
“You’re moping.”
“I’m not moping.”
Tegan Dargan-Cannele rolled her eyes, levering herself off the doorframe and moving toward her husband, who drifted aimlessly, rearranging papers in his small office on Kartuiin. “You’re moving papers back and forth that didn’t need moving in the first place. What’s chewing on you, Alek?”