Date: 2009-01-26 06:04 pm (UTC)
"Oh, I'm sure there was something. Been a better husband, Commander, President... take your pick." If there was one thing that Lee Adama was damn good at, it was feeling sorry for himself. This was one of those moments where he could stop covering that up and putting it aside for whatever greater good he happened to be serving at the time.

"I saw what it's like on Galactica," said Lee. "People, soldiers, weeping in the corridors, wandering around drunk or dazed. You're right-- they've all given up." He let out a bitter laugh and reached for the bottle again, this time just taking a swig straight out of it. "Not that I blame them, of course. When the one thing your leaders have been promising you will make it all okay is nothing but a ball of irradiated rock. It's not much different on the civilian ships."

With a loud thump, Lee set the bottle down in front of Sharon. He looked back at her, wondering why she'd sat down, why she was trying to help him now, when there were a lot of much sadder sacks running around. "So what's worth hanging on to right now, Sharon? Each other? You figure if we spend a little rack time together, things won't be so bad?" Lee shrugged and reached for the buttons on his shirt. "Sure, what the frak..."
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