It’s funny. Nothing Gaeta is saying now is particularly fascinating; these are all things he knew very well already. When Gaeta told him about the Colonies and the Cylons, he offered his shoulder; during that terrible cult dream, he offered his own strength. It was and remains the most natural thing to do.
“Of course. I accepted that when I became your friend, and you were hardly the first.” His eyes are still downcast as he gently squeezes Gaeta’s hand, almost burning warm against his, always cold. “I care for you in your entirety.”
There has to be a reason why he feels like this. Like he’s an exception, or… or… what is the difference in the way they see their pasts? Is it just the difference in how they see themselves? It feels a little beyond a matter of mere ego. Is it only because apologizing has become so habitual? He meant it then, though, just as he does every time.
How his skin itches at such kindness.
He doesn’t know what to say, so he uses his free hand to dejectedly stick a tea cookie in his mouth instead.
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“Of course. I accepted that when I became your friend, and you were hardly the first.” His eyes are still downcast as he gently squeezes Gaeta’s hand, almost burning warm against his, always cold. “I care for you in your entirety.”
There has to be a reason why he feels like this. Like he’s an exception, or… or… what is the difference in the way they see their pasts? Is it just the difference in how they see themselves? It feels a little beyond a matter of mere ego. Is it only because apologizing has become so habitual? He meant it then, though, just as he does every time.
How his skin itches at such kindness.
He doesn’t know what to say, so he uses his free hand to dejectedly stick a tea cookie in his mouth instead.