Concern about what might be lurking beyond the edge of the fire light doesn't seem to ruffle Horatio. What gets his forehead wrinkling again is the question about Pellew.
It might have been an easier answer a day ago. It might have been easy to believe that, for all the turmoil of their time together, Pellew might not mind having something akin to a padawan trailing along in his wake for the foreseeable future. But now?
"...if he still wants me."
This might well be the last straw, after all. This had been a stretch of rashness, of impulsiveness, of pure emotional responses that stretched out as a damning accusation against Horatio's capacity to control himself. There's even the flicker of bitterness in his voice as he toys idly with the edge of his own sleeve.
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Date: 2018-11-03 04:10 pm (UTC)It might have been an easier answer a day ago. It might have been easy to believe that, for all the turmoil of their time together, Pellew might not mind having something akin to a padawan trailing along in his wake for the foreseeable future. But now?
"...if he still wants me."
This might well be the last straw, after all. This had been a stretch of rashness, of impulsiveness, of pure emotional responses that stretched out as a damning accusation against Horatio's capacity to control himself. There's even the flicker of bitterness in his voice as he toys idly with the edge of his own sleeve.
"I imagine he'll want to-- send me back."