"...2E," she admits. Before the tension can set in again, she barrels on.
"I was already planning on changing some things in the place, but I would have liked to have had a choice in when I started all that business. Definitely know what you're talking about, and I know who's already offered to start helping."
They'll be able to fix up Gaeta's apartment to more or less how it was, but the furniture that is his can be relocated where he wants. And while they're around, they might even be able to help with the trickier bits.
...Oh. They're neighbors. He might bump into his murderer the next time he picks up his newspaper in the morning. Great.
Stop it, he tells himself firmly, and follows Fever's lead as she keeps the subject moving.
"If you want a spare couch or armchair when you're redecorating, and you don't mind the water stains, feel free," he says, too dry to be anything but a joke. "I, ah... I hadn't done much of anything before the flood. I wasn't planning to, aside from fixing the cabinets. Lieutenant Tayrey -- you know her? She loaned me some tools, but maybe whoever you've got on standby could use them better than I could, whenever they come over."
Her expression brightens a little at the name on reflex.
"Tayrey's one of my comrades. A friend."
If she knows Gaeta, enough to offer out tools to him, then it speaks high enough of him. And will complicate things down the line, naturally, but Fever's never known a relationship she hasn't somehow made at least mildly messy, except the grocer.
"Just tell them what needs doing when they arrive. One of them is practically bursting out of his skin to do something useful in a way he couldn't back there."
While Gaeta isn't quite at the point of any friend of Tayrey's is a friend of mine, -- especially considering, well, everything -- he can't help but relax a touch, as if on reflex as well. He knows the weight of Tayrey calling someone comrade, and knows she doesn't trust easily. Maybe, if nothing else, Fever was being honest about the murder: no grudges, nothing personal, just a genuine desire to help him in an impossible situation.
(Maybe he doesn't have to worry so much about it happening again.)
"I get that," he says with a small laugh. "Hard not to go stir-crazy when there's nothing to do. I'll let them know as soon as they're there -- thanks."
A brief pause follows; when he starts again, some of the awkwardness is back. "And, ah, I won't tell Tayrey about..." He gestures to his throat, just as awkward. "If you don't want me to. She's a good friend, too, so..."
He'll give Fever the first chance to broach that subject with her, if and when she chooses.
Her expression grows more serious again, somber, before she shakes her head slowly.
"You needn't lie for me. If she doesn't ask you, then there isn't a need to drag it into her view before I do. But if she does, then be honest and straightforward, as she deserves. I'm willing to talk to her, to explain what occurred the same way as I did to you - and I did do it, I will never claim otherwise."
She had once pressed Tayrey into an intellectual corner, arguing about owning one's actions. Hopefully, her friend will know that this is something Fever owns of herself, as twisted and distorted as it is. The same way she has to claim every other corpse by her hands.
"Glad to hear you and her are friends, though. She's someone who deserves as many as she can get."
If she said what she really thought, that Ari has been through enough pain, and that she's glad that the commander's making new friends because of how nervous she had been before, after everything? She's pretty sure Ari would be aghast at her personal suffering being talked about. If Tayrey ever trusts Gaeta to tell him herself, then, he'll know what Fever means.
Gaeta nods agreement. "She wouldn't be friends with either of us if she didn't trust us to be honest with her," he says. "That's -- more what I meant. That I wouldn't say anything unless she asked, directly, or before you had a chance to tell her yourself."
It'll hurt Tayrey whenever it comes out that one of her friends killed the other, even if it was a necessary act. Gaeta wants to spare her that pain as much as possible.
"And yeah. She does. I, ah, I don't know all the details, but I don't need to." He shrugs, a little. "Just that it's good she has people now."
Truthfully, she doesn't want Tayrey to ever know. She wants to keep this between them, especially when she can still remember how he looked as he died, how his still cooling corpse fell on the floor. The ecstasy of murder, of snatching his life away and tearing into the body, the way her body aches to not have such a rush right now. A need, not a want. But she must pull herself back. Shake off the slavering desires that always claw in her, out of the mess and brine, and come back to him at present. Breathe. Listen to the quiet, Daisy had said.
"Yeah. She's steadfast, and - did you know she flies in space?"
It's a jump, but she's trying to not dwell on the murder, not linger in those memories, lest she feel the urge possess her again.
"I didn't know it was possible in a world without magic, but goes to show what I know."
"I did," he says. "That's how we got to be friends. I was stationed in space, too -- not the same world as her, not even, ah, the same principles of spaceflight as her, as far as I can tell, but. I'm formerly of the battlestar Galactica."
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"I was already planning on changing some things in the place, but I would have liked to have had a choice in when I started all that business. Definitely know what you're talking about, and I know who's already offered to start helping."
They'll be able to fix up Gaeta's apartment to more or less how it was, but the furniture that is his can be relocated where he wants. And while they're around, they might even be able to help with the trickier bits.
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Stop it, he tells himself firmly, and follows Fever's lead as she keeps the subject moving.
"If you want a spare couch or armchair when you're redecorating, and you don't mind the water stains, feel free," he says, too dry to be anything but a joke. "I, ah... I hadn't done much of anything before the flood. I wasn't planning to, aside from fixing the cabinets. Lieutenant Tayrey -- you know her? She loaned me some tools, but maybe whoever you've got on standby could use them better than I could, whenever they come over."
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"Tayrey's one of my comrades. A friend."
If she knows Gaeta, enough to offer out tools to him, then it speaks high enough of him. And will complicate things down the line, naturally, but Fever's never known a relationship she hasn't somehow made at least mildly messy, except the grocer.
"Just tell them what needs doing when they arrive. One of them is practically bursting out of his skin to do something useful in a way he couldn't back there."
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(Maybe he doesn't have to worry so much about it happening again.)
"I get that," he says with a small laugh. "Hard not to go stir-crazy when there's nothing to do. I'll let them know as soon as they're there -- thanks."
A brief pause follows; when he starts again, some of the awkwardness is back. "And, ah, I won't tell Tayrey about..." He gestures to his throat, just as awkward. "If you don't want me to. She's a good friend, too, so..."
He'll give Fever the first chance to broach that subject with her, if and when she chooses.
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Her expression grows more serious again, somber, before she shakes her head slowly.
"You needn't lie for me. If she doesn't ask you, then there isn't a need to drag it into her view before I do. But if she does, then be honest and straightforward, as she deserves. I'm willing to talk to her, to explain what occurred the same way as I did to you - and I did do it, I will never claim otherwise."
She had once pressed Tayrey into an intellectual corner, arguing about owning one's actions. Hopefully, her friend will know that this is something Fever owns of herself, as twisted and distorted as it is. The same way she has to claim every other corpse by her hands.
"Glad to hear you and her are friends, though. She's someone who deserves as many as she can get."
If she said what she really thought, that Ari has been through enough pain, and that she's glad that the commander's making new friends because of how nervous she had been before, after everything? She's pretty sure Ari would be aghast at her personal suffering being talked about. If Tayrey ever trusts Gaeta to tell him herself, then, he'll know what Fever means.
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It'll hurt Tayrey whenever it comes out that one of her friends killed the other, even if it was a necessary act. Gaeta wants to spare her that pain as much as possible.
"And yeah. She does. I, ah, I don't know all the details, but I don't need to." He shrugs, a little. "Just that it's good she has people now."
And that Gaeta can count himself among them.
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"Yeah. She's steadfast, and - did you know she flies in space?"
It's a jump, but she's trying to not dwell on the murder, not linger in those memories, lest she feel the urge possess her again.
"I didn't know it was possible in a world without magic, but goes to show what I know."
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"I did," he says. "That's how we got to be friends. I was stationed in space, too -- not the same world as her, not even, ah, the same principles of spaceflight as her, as far as I can tell, but. I'm formerly of the battlestar Galactica."