Ten Forward PL - Amy - Backdated to immediately following Philip's departure

After Philip had gone, all of Shotaro's energy went with him. This wasn't like the last time, far from it. But his gut was still all twisted up. He couldn't even really summon up the energy to care that his tie was both hanging loose and poorly-tied. He lounged on the couch in the common part of his room with Amy. He had his hat covering his face, a Dixon Hill novel split open on his chest, ignored, and a cup of coffee on the table that had been ignored so long it had gone cold.

Also on the table was his typewriter, with a piece of paper loaded into it. He had tried to take his mind off things by working on another section of his case log here on the Enterprise, but he had only gotten as far as the star date before deciding reading was a better idea. And it was clear how well that was going.

If only he had remembered to take the sock off the door from last night.