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This was not exactly how he thought things would be after almost two years of being stuck on the island. He guessed most people were miserable about the island for a wide variety of reasons. The whole feeling awful about being remotely happy was probably true of half the island and it would have mattered more if he'd actually been happy to any degree in the present moment. Useless thoughts and emotions warred inside of him and he did his best to keep them there. Maybe all of this meant that he really was human, but that didn't make him feel any better for obvious reasons.
He just kept mentally cursing himself for telling her where the bottles were as the day progressed. As he walked up the beach. As he walked towards the compound. As he walked into the compound. As he fed and watered the husky in the kitchen. As he read Calliope some book in the rec room. He couldn't even remember the frakking title and he'd read it less than twenty minutes ago.
Something that wasn't as honest a title as Your Mother's an Angry Alcoholic and Your Father's a Frakking Loser: A Tale of Domestic Retardation Featuring a Robot and a Pilot.
And now he was mentally cursing himself on the couch in the rec room after leaving Calliope with Sharon and Hera. Thirteen was sitting off in a corner looking as dejected as he felt, but the cylon didn't have time to deal with that. And when he ran out of choice swear words, he stayed on the couch with his head in his hands trying not to think about how he ever was going to be able to look his daughter in the eye if she grew up with Starbuck drinking all the time because he couldn't ever manage do the right or smart thing.
He just kept mentally cursing himself for telling her where the bottles were as the day progressed. As he walked up the beach. As he walked towards the compound. As he walked into the compound. As he fed and watered the husky in the kitchen. As he read Calliope some book in the rec room. He couldn't even remember the frakking title and he'd read it less than twenty minutes ago.
Something that wasn't as honest a title as Your Mother's an Angry Alcoholic and Your Father's a Frakking Loser: A Tale of Domestic Retardation Featuring a Robot and a Pilot.
And now he was mentally cursing himself on the couch in the rec room after leaving Calliope with Sharon and Hera. Thirteen was sitting off in a corner looking as dejected as he felt, but the cylon didn't have time to deal with that. And when he ran out of choice swear words, he stayed on the couch with his head in his hands trying not to think about how he ever was going to be able to look his daughter in the eye if she grew up with Starbuck drinking all the time because he couldn't ever manage do the right or smart thing.