Maybe she's on drugs. Maybe she's gonna wake up in sick bay on Galactica with too-bright lights shining in her face and Lee standing over her, too close to be CAG, and saying he's glad she's okay and, oh by the way, he's really frakking sorry he ratted her out to his dad, who'll probably never be able to look at her the same way.
She doesn't know if it's Gaeta's groan or the way seeing him floods her brain with thoughts of home or that seeing him like this pains her in a way she wouldn't have expected, but her eyes want to sting and she has to close them and rub her index finger and thumb over her eyelids. "Just--"
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He's on drugs, she tells herself.
Maybe she's on drugs. Maybe she's gonna wake up in sick bay on Galactica with too-bright lights shining in her face and Lee standing over her, too close to be CAG, and saying he's glad she's okay and, oh by the way, he's really frakking sorry he ratted her out to his dad, who'll probably never be able to look at her the same way.
She doesn't know if it's Gaeta's groan or the way seeing him floods her brain with thoughts of home or that seeing him like this pains her in a way she wouldn't have expected, but her eyes want to sting and she has to close them and rub her index finger and thumb over her eyelids. "Just--"
Her mouth snaps shut, twisting.
"Just tell me one thing, and I promise I'll go."