"I am not avoiding the question," Julian says, indignant. He has fun, thank you. Reading is fun. He has holodeck programs. He has conversations with other transplants and crewmembers. So there.
He was excellent at hiding the hurt, the confusion, and the wondering if he'd tried, done all he could, because he knew he'd never give up on Jadzia. And it almost felt like he had to, because he couldn't make a decision that would end in the woman in front of him not being who she was, that wasn't fair to her.
It was maddening.
His pleasant expression falters only when they're safely in the turbolift, when no one can see but her, biting his lip because he can't ask what happened. He can't, because then he might be able to think of a way to stop it, and he can't.
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He was excellent at hiding the hurt, the confusion, and the wondering if he'd tried, done all he could, because he knew he'd never give up on Jadzia. And it almost felt like he had to, because he couldn't make a decision that would end in the woman in front of him not being who she was, that wasn't fair to her.
It was maddening.
His pleasant expression falters only when they're safely in the turbolift, when no one can see but her, biting his lip because he can't ask what happened. He can't, because then he might be able to think of a way to stop it, and he can't.