Ah... Such a frivolous conversation. Even things like this, which were such a typical part of working with Gaelio before, were so uncommon in his life now.
"'Legion World'? I agree." While Gaelio goes to get cleaned up, McGillis will do the same, even if it's just to dab a little water on his shirt from the sink. "Seems a bit too 'on the nose' to me."
It was so easy for him... To be able to act like that, so casual and carefree, even despite the situation they were in. But McGillis didn't begrudge Gaelio for this. Rather, he begrudged himself, because— well, he knew how he was. He had not wanted to be comfortable here. He had not wanted this to be easy, and with him here, it would be. While for most, a friend at their side at a time like this would probably be the best thing they could ask for, for McGillis, it was cause for worry, the same old fear that he would lose sight of himself if things were too easy, too comfortable. The comfort and support that most would find in this was the last thing he wanted.
It's funny how quickly things can change in a matter of a few minutes, and under such ridiculous circumstances as a food fight. This morning, none of this had even been a concern. Even though this was supposed to be a team, he'd never planned on indulging in anything beyond professional relationships. He simply refused to deal with such trivial interactions anymore.
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"'Legion World'? I agree." While Gaelio goes to get cleaned up, McGillis will do the same, even if it's just to dab a little water on his shirt from the sink. "Seems a bit too 'on the nose' to me."
It was so easy for him... To be able to act like that, so casual and carefree, even despite the situation they were in. But McGillis didn't begrudge Gaelio for this. Rather, he begrudged himself, because— well, he knew how he was. He had not wanted to be comfortable here. He had not wanted this to be easy, and with him here, it would be. While for most, a friend at their side at a time like this would probably be the best thing they could ask for, for McGillis, it was cause for worry, the same old fear that he would lose sight of himself if things were too easy, too comfortable. The comfort and support that most would find in this was the last thing he wanted.
It's funny how quickly things can change in a matter of a few minutes, and under such ridiculous circumstances as a food fight. This morning, none of this had even been a concern. Even though this was supposed to be a team, he'd never planned on indulging in anything beyond professional relationships. He simply refused to deal with such trivial interactions anymore.