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Dylan's been spending less time in the lounge lately, less time in the places where he's forced to be around others. He's been practicing in the gym, shooting hoops and trying not to remember doing just that with Gaheris on the Andromeda, finessing his combat technique in the martial arts training area, working himself to exhaustion more often than not.
He's been avoiding his crew, too.
Still, he has to eat, and he's not in the mood to talk to Lucie, so he's come to the lounge and taken a table that lets him stare at the stars as they pass, though he feels little of the wonder traveling faster than light without Slipstream first made him feel. He's toying with the remnants of a meal, though it's clear he hasn't eaten much.
Beka, if she were here, would call it brooding.
Gaheris Rhade is here.
His best friend. The man he'd trusted with everything he cared for: his ship, his crew, his life. His fiancée. His friendship. Gaheris had been the one man he'd trusted above anyone else, and Gaheris had betrayed that trust. Because of Gaheris, Dylan lost Sara, lost his crew, lost his home and the whole world he'd ever known, his friends, his family, everything but Andromeda, and it was only by a near-impossible chance of science that he had his ship and his life.
Gaheris had tried to kill him, and his sabotage had nearly fed Andromeda to the black hole. And Gaheris is here, acting like none of it ever happened.
Starfleet would tell him not to interfere with the timeline, not to let Gaheris know what had happened, that he knew the plans for betrayal and the destruction of everything Dylan believed in that his two-faced supposed friend had fostered for so long.
Dylan couldn't do it. He couldn't face the man who'd haunted his memories and his nightmares, his flashbacks and his fears, and pretend they were still the best of friends. So Dylan had pulled a weapon on his best friend and driven him away.
He wants to believe he doesn't regret it. He doesn't miss Gaheris. He doesn't long for any contact with the world he'd thought was gone forever.
It's not as easy to believe as it should be.
[ OTA but particularly to his crew and those with whom he has substantial CR ]
He's been avoiding his crew, too.
Still, he has to eat, and he's not in the mood to talk to Lucie, so he's come to the lounge and taken a table that lets him stare at the stars as they pass, though he feels little of the wonder traveling faster than light without Slipstream first made him feel. He's toying with the remnants of a meal, though it's clear he hasn't eaten much.
Beka, if she were here, would call it brooding.
Gaheris Rhade is here.
His best friend. The man he'd trusted with everything he cared for: his ship, his crew, his life. His fiancée. His friendship. Gaheris had been the one man he'd trusted above anyone else, and Gaheris had betrayed that trust. Because of Gaheris, Dylan lost Sara, lost his crew, lost his home and the whole world he'd ever known, his friends, his family, everything but Andromeda, and it was only by a near-impossible chance of science that he had his ship and his life.
Gaheris had tried to kill him, and his sabotage had nearly fed Andromeda to the black hole. And Gaheris is here, acting like none of it ever happened.
Starfleet would tell him not to interfere with the timeline, not to let Gaheris know what had happened, that he knew the plans for betrayal and the destruction of everything Dylan believed in that his two-faced supposed friend had fostered for so long.
Dylan couldn't do it. He couldn't face the man who'd haunted his memories and his nightmares, his flashbacks and his fears, and pretend they were still the best of friends. So Dylan had pulled a weapon on his best friend and driven him away.
He wants to believe he doesn't regret it. He doesn't miss Gaheris. He doesn't long for any contact with the world he'd thought was gone forever.
It's not as easy to believe as it should be.
[ OTA but particularly to his crew and those with whom he has substantial CR ]
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He was also concerned.
As much of an annoying brat that he could be, he cared about Dylan. More than he said.
So he quietly sat there and waited. An amazing feat for someone who could be a tornado of destruction and mess all by himself.
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So after a few moments of Harper sitting there, a few moments to gather his thoughts to say what might need to be said to his crew, or what he needs to say to them. He's not entirely sure which it is. Is Gaheris a threat to other representatives of the Commonwealth here, those to whom he has no personal loyalty? Not that his personal loyalty had stood for much when he'd turned on his captain.
He doesn't know, and he doesn't like not knowing, not being able to read a person or a situation.
When he looks across at Harper, he speaks quietly.
"Gaheris Rhade is here."
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"The other one." Oh yeah, he knew enough to fill in a few gaps on why Dylan was moping. Because that's what it was. Moping. But Dylan had been there for Harper enough times already for Harper to want to help him. Not that he ever seemed to say the right thing. So staying quiet and just taking picking off the Captain's plate is a significant thing.
"Did you talk?"
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"Is it helping? The moping? If not we could work our way up to self flagellation, or list all the ways you are probably a horrible human being. I bet I could help even more if you'd tell me what's wrong. I'm really good at this stuff. I bet I can come up with some really great ways you can punish yourself, since this doesn't look like it's going to help any time soon."
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"I'm not moping."
Which Ezri is probably not going to believe any more than Beka would in the same situation, to judge by the look on her face.
"And I'm not punishing myself."
But the way his eyes drop away from hers suggests that he may well be aware that's a lie as well. But of all the people with whom he could discuss the betrayal that destroyed his world, a bright young Starfleet officer with a tendency to talk too much is far from the top of his list.
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The food is replicated (and, as such, dead) and the drinks are non-alcoholic (or worse, synth-holic which is the most idiotic invention in all of creation in Chang's view) so he's not really pleased as far as that goes either.
So the moping Dylan was something of a good fortune. He'll make for insurance some talkative human will try to engage him and, moreover, probably appreciate that Chang isn't going to do it either.
There's the occasional grumble, of course, but that's not really directed at him.
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So he eventually looks up from his plate, for the source of the grumbling, and sees a Klingon sitting nearby, apparently lost in his own thoughts that seem little more cheerful than Dylan's.
Dylan knows little about the Klingons; some of their history, at least as that impacts on the Federation, was in the books he'd read, but he hasn't had the chance for much conversation with any of the Klingons on board.
It can't hurt to take his own mind off the darkness of the thoughts that plague him, so he may as well make some attempt at engaging. So he lifts his chin, and nods, briefly.
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He really misses those pigs. Replicated food has no comparison to real food, caught by yourself and made your own. The grumbling continues.
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Well, vaguely. This man fits the description of the man that Lucie was bunking with.
"Hello hello, sir. Just curious, you wouldn't happen to be bunking with a young northern girl named Lucie Miller, would you? Blond, bit of an attitude, stubborn as an ox?"
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What the hell. Maybe society is what he needs. Dylan turns in his seat, resting one arm on the back of his chair.
The description of Lucie, though, makes him smile.
"I would. At least, she certainly matches that description. Captain Dylan Hunt. I haven't had the pleasure."
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"You look like somethin' bad happened." Kaylee didn't like to see folk sad. "Kinda look like the Cap'n when things gone really wrong. Which either leads to a fight with Jayne or Zoe, that don't last long. Or another job, which ain't always the smart idea an' then Zoe tells him off again. Still callin' him sir."