Red Dwarf: A way with words

RD: Thoughts

Lister lays awake, his mud-brown eyes drawn to carvings in the metal ceiling of his bunk. 'K+L' with a heart drawn around it still barely visible. The rest had been filled in with dust making them less noticeable than what they were years ago.

Adjusting his position he moves slightly to view the digital clock, it read out '3:30am' he couldn't care less about sleeping. Not with it being near the date that he and Kochanski split at, it just haunts him through his dreams and is no better during the day.

Rimmer wasn't much help either, demanding orders and for things to be 'neat' and 'tidily put away' into their 'correct places' to Lister those words meant nothing. But, surely he could leave his clothes on the floor, after all Rimmer could easily step through anything and be stepped through.

This is where Lister had a upper hand on Rimmer, Rimmer was a hologram. A hologram that can't pick anything up and is practically useless for any handy work. Unless of course he got the skutters.

Lister leans over his bunk looking at the hologram, his eyes closed and hands resting on his stomach. The blue cloth rising and falling with every unneeded breath. He looked peaceful for the first time ever Lister thought, it was strange Rimmer can be such a smeghead at times but the other times he tries and does his best.

And maybe, just maybe Lister could cope with him being a smeghead after all...