closed;

[evaskullface]

who ; Emile evaskullface and Carter nobleleader
what ; Emile sulks after O'Brien ragequits on him. Carter gives him a Talk.
where ; Roof of Spartan Base
when ; Right after O'Brien's last network post.
warning(s) ; Probably detailed descriptions of sex, language, potentially violence against inanimate objects

Comments

[nobleleader]

[ That. Hadn't gone as well as he would have hoped. Carter hadn't really known how to expect anything like that to go, but with O'Brien, it was anyone's guess, honestly. Still, Emile didn't deserve that, regardless.

It's why later that night, Carter is on a hunt to find the other Spartan, not able to find him any of the normal places. It's sheer dumb luck that gets him to the roof-- he shoves his hands in his pockets and heads over to where the man is, quietly just standing there next to him. ]

[evaskullface]

[He doesn't miss his Commander's presence, of course--he's nowhere near out of practice enough for that, and he doubts a Spartan ever could be--but Emile doesn't exactly look over at Carter either.]

Sir.

[...He should say something beyond that, shouldn't he?]

Prepared to take discipline for revealing classified information, sir.

[nobleleader]

[ Goddamnit, Emile.

Carter stiffens, just a little bit, because he hates those kind of starts to conversations. They'll deal with punishment for that, later, he knows it won't do any good right now. ]

Of all people, the private, Emile?

[ IF YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS why him fwalkfmalkfm sob. ]

[evaskullface]

Wasn't going to lie to him, sir. He had some pretty fucked-up preconceptions.

[...probably still does. And, well, he did kind of like O'Brien, okay?]

[nobleleader]

Certain things are supposed to remain classified, regardless.

[ Carter shakes his head sitting down with a sigh next to the other man, curling a leg under himself. ]

[evaskullface]

Yes, sir.

[He appreciates the gesture, though, he really does.]

...Didn't think he'd take it like that or I wouldn't have said shit.

[nobleleader]

[ It's not quite a laugh, but it's damn close, more tired than amused. ]

Perhaps it's best to play it safe, with that.

[evaskullface]

And now anyone with our damn encryption codes knows.

[All the unhappy, Carter. And he's not talking about the orphans thing.]

[nobleleader]

We'll adjust.

[ Yeah, no, he knows. Hhhn. ]

Private things aren't the business of others.

[evaskullface]

Fuckin' tell me about it.

--Think I'm gonna lay low for a while after--that.

[nobleleader]

[ shooting Emile a sideways glance. ]

Over other people on the station possibly knowing about you and Jorge?

[ a w k w a r d ]

[evaskullface]

[He's still and silent long enough that it should be its own answer.

Yeah, that.]

[nobleleader]

Anyone on that encryption won't care, Emile.

[ Though, he understands. He fully understands that it's awkward, worse, still, when you have to worry about people who watch your back also judging your actions. ]

[evaskullface]

Like Black-Two didn't care? Like O'Brien didn't care?

[It's a low voice and full of venom directed at himself.]

[nobleleader]

...Black-Two hasn't-- expressed any concerns, to me.

[ Hhh, oh man. Carter shifts his weight, facing Emile directly. ]

O'Brien is...difficult, you know that. You've seen how he reacts to us.

[evaskullface]

One might tell you, if you ask. Or Jorge would. Black's had...problems.

[He's still not really facing Carter, though he's not deliberately looking away now, either.]

Thought I was a friend to him. Guess I fucked that one up.