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[callsignhusker]

Recovery, such as it is, has been both painful and tedious.

He does what he's told, and he does his best to ignore the pain; he goes over the sitrep Saul gave him in his head.

He thinks about religion, and why and how people say they're receiving messages from the gods.

He sleeps, drugged.

He wakes, and he's sitting up in bed.

At his bedside is a cup of water, and a book. Should anybody come in, he'll be flipping through the latter, wire-rimmed glasses present and accounted for.

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[prydeful]

Adama's life needs more adventure, obviously!

...Okay, maybe not.

But it obviously needs more mutants, which is why Kate is entering with a tray, holding one pot of coffee, two mugs, and three books.

"You haven't made a break for it yet?"

[callsignhusker]

Adama's eyebrows rise.

"My physician," he says, each word deliberate (and with the barest trace of a smile), "advises against it."

[prydeful]

"He advise against caffeine too?"

[callsignhusker]

"I don't know," Adama says, eyeing the pot, "but if that's what I think it is, I don't care."

[prydeful]

"Coffee. If you like it other than black, I'm afraid you're out of luck."

She's pouring already anyway.

[callsignhusker]

"I like it black."

He settles back, and his smile isn't so much a hint any more; it smells impossibly good. Impossibly normal.

"Thank you."

[prydeful]

"You're welcome."

She pulls a chair over and straddles it before filling her own mug.

"How're you liking your enforced vacation?"

[callsignhusker]

"Too much time to think."

He takes a ginger sip -- and sighs.

"You know how long it's been," he says, "since I've had a decent cup of coffee?"

[prydeful]

"Too long," she says promptly and sips her own.

"What're you thinking about, then?"

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

And if that person is your son, holding a note crumpled in his fist, pale and nervous?

[callsignhusker]

He glances up -- and raises his head.

Slowly, deliberately, he closes his book and removes his glasses.

He doesn't say anything. His mouth tightens.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

Lee has seen that look a thousand times over, and it never fails to make him feel like a child again. He hates that, he always has. He's used to it though, he takes a deep breath and juts his chin out.

"Dad, I..."

[callsignhusker]

"When I told you," he cuts through, very quietly and very firmly, "that I didn't want to know what was coming, I meant it."

A soft click as he sets his glasses on the bedside table; the movement makes him wince.

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

He nods, taking a few steps forward.

"I understand... I'm sorry..."

[callsignhusker]

"I'd wondered."

He can feel himself losing control -- can feel his face wanting to twist, his voice wanting to roughen. "Thank you. For coming."

[notagod-apollo.livejournal.com]

"I got your note."

By way of explanation as to why he came. He couldn't not, he's his father. He crumples the note in his fist again.

"You said I should follow my instincts."

As to why he did what he did.

[callsignhusker]

"Your instincts told you to leave."

It's a statement. Bill's glance is somewhere in the vicinity of the opposite wall.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*Kara sneaks in, looking guilty. She hadn't even known he was here until Lee told her. This is the second time she's been the last to know about this shooting*

[callsignhusker]

He glances up.

"Lee tell you?"

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

That you were here? Yes, sir.

*She smiles a little shyly*

Is this okay?

[callsignhusker]

"Sure." He closes his book. Doesn't bother marking his place. "It's..."

He glances up.

"Good to see you."

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

It's good to see you too, sir. You look really good for guy who got shot.

*She steps closer to the bed and her eyes get serious*

Commander...I know...I know what I did was wrong and I'm sorry.

[callsignhusker]

He doesn't look at her immediately -- puts a hand to his eyes, and removes his glasses, and folds them.

"Okay, Starbuck." He looks up.

"Thank you."

Quiet, and sincere.

[oh-frak-me.livejournal.com]

*She spins the bedside chair around and straddles it*

I wasn't around the first time this happened. Are you...doing okay?

[callsignhusker]

"That...probably depends on how you define that." A little wry. "I'm all right. I should be able to leave in a few days."