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nomoremrnicegaius) wrote2012-05-18 09:25 pm
nomoremrnicegaius) wrote2012-05-18 09:25 pm
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Gaius Baltar is having breakfast with Abed Nadir.
At least, he thinks it's breakfast. Unlike the other denizens of the station, he has no regular schedule. If he's tired, he sleeps. If he's not, he spends it staring through the eyepiece of a microscope or perusing articles on the Cortex. Day and night really had no meaning to him now that they were back in space again.
"So um," Gaius says, curling his hand around his mug of coffee (which thankfully, actually tastes like coffee this morning). "You were going to, um, talk about this Trent person. Your friend, back on Earth."
He's really going to make an effort here. A real one. To be a good friend. Or something like it. He can manage this much.
Gaius forces an uncertain smile at Abed as he lifts the mug to his lips.
Right?
At least, he thinks it's breakfast. Unlike the other denizens of the station, he has no regular schedule. If he's tired, he sleeps. If he's not, he spends it staring through the eyepiece of a microscope or perusing articles on the Cortex. Day and night really had no meaning to him now that they were back in space again.
"So um," Gaius says, curling his hand around his mug of coffee (which thankfully, actually tastes like coffee this morning). "You were going to, um, talk about this Trent person. Your friend, back on Earth."
He's really going to make an effort here. A real one. To be a good friend. Or something like it. He can manage this much.
Gaius forces an uncertain smile at Abed as he lifts the mug to his lips.
Right?