Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => The Citadel => Topic started by: Rhi-Rhi on August 01, 2014, 11:45:13 am
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[@Tally!]
This was pretty much the last place Gabriel wanted to be: standing here, outside Gregory's office, summoned here for yet another meeting. And if the last meeting was anything to go by, he really wasn't going to like this one.
It was only made slightly better by the fact that, this time, he wasn't alone.
Not that he would have wished this on Roman. The guy had enough stress in his life; Gabriel would have gladly attended this meeting alone if that were an option--and if it wouldn't be weird or skeevy, considering this meeting was about consent.
"Do you think everyone has to go through this?" Gabriel asked as he waited, pacing the floor. "Like, say two Echoes are dating, and one gets bumped up to Noble. What happens, then?"
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Roman had forced himself to sit down, but the heel of his foot drummed incessantly against the floor and he sat hunched over, elbows on his knees. He very nearly couldn't fight off the urge to wring his hands.
"Everyone does. Every rank, not just superior and subordinate."
Because it was—historically and with overwhelming evidence—a terrible idea for Pilots to get into serious relationships with one another.
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"Huh," Gabriel said, tilting his head. Then he grinned and pat Roman on the shoulder. "That's good, then! Means we're not being singled out!"
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Roman actually flinched at the contact of Gabe's hand. "Fuck, I don't know why I'm so worried about this."
Well, no. That wasn't quite true. He did know, he just hadn't let himself think about it long enough to deal with the anxiety.
He was worried Chastain wouldn't sign off on the declaration at all.
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"Weeeell, Greg is kind of a scary dude," Gabriel said as he plopped down into the seat next to Roman's and caught his hand up in his. He pressed a little kiss to the back of Roman's knuckles and quirked a grin, feeling strangely confident in the face of Roman's worry. Weird how that worked. Probably because it was hard seeing Roman fret, and if Roman was nervous, someone had to pick up the slack and be brave for him.
He couldn't stand seeing him vulnerable like that.
"Don't worry, honeybear," he said. "I'll protect you."