Sometimes you write something you love unreasonably...
Here ya go... Lee, from Bill's perspective. He's talking to both Bill and Laura.
"The younger Adama looked down at the carpeted deck. Bill could tell he was clenching his teeth. That muscle along his jaw was twitching. His own throat tightened at the memory of the little boy who had been so proud to show him everything he'd learned while his father had been away. Bright blue eyes and sunshine and bicycles and improvised pyramid courts. It had slipped away so gradually the father hadn't realized it until one day he showed up for a visit and the boy was gone, replaced by a cold stranger who was everything his father had ever hoped for, but so distant that it was clear they'd never really know each other.
When Lee finally answered, his voice was quiet. He looked up at them - the leaders of humanity, his father and his mentor - with the confident eyes of that stranger who had greeted Bill at the door so long ago."
"The younger Adama looked down at the carpeted deck. Bill could tell he was clenching his teeth. That muscle along his jaw was twitching. His own throat tightened at the memory of the little boy who had been so proud to show him everything he'd learned while his father had been away. Bright blue eyes and sunshine and bicycles and improvised pyramid courts. It had slipped away so gradually the father hadn't realized it until one day he showed up for a visit and the boy was gone, replaced by a cold stranger who was everything his father had ever hoped for, but so distant that it was clear they'd never really know each other.
When Lee finally answered, his voice was quiet. He looked up at them - the leaders of humanity, his father and his mentor - with the confident eyes of that stranger who had greeted Bill at the door so long ago."