For a deeply uncharitable moment, Gaeta considers offering the most ridiculous pseudonym his brain can concoct. Or, better yet, a number, just to frak with Anders' head a little.
He doesn't have the capacity for that, either.
"Felix," he mutters, and follows it with a long sigh. "Just...call me Felix. Frakked up doesn't even cover it."
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He doesn't have the capacity for that, either.
"Felix," he mutters, and follows it with a long sigh. "Just...call me Felix. Frakked up doesn't even cover it."