Room 315, Monday Evening
The disappearance of a few socks wasn't enough to make Lee's week start off badly. The letter he got in the mail was. He recognized his father's neat script almost immediately and had almost tossed it in the garbage.
He didn't. He set it carefully on the desk and went about folding his laundry (that was minus a few socks), straightened up his side of the room and even studied before he finally ripped open the letter.
It was a typical William Adama letter complete with 'request for his presence after graduation' and 'Colonial military' and 'stationed on one of the battlestars' and 'your mother needs you'. After the sixth or so reiteration of a 'request for his presence after graduation', Lee got sick of reading, tossed the letter in his desk and grabbed the nearest book to read.
It was nice to get a letter from his father that read emotionless and sounded even less enthusiastic. If he hadn't already made up his mind, this would have pushed him into doing so.
[door closed, post open, though!]
He didn't. He set it carefully on the desk and went about folding his laundry (that was minus a few socks), straightened up his side of the room and even studied before he finally ripped open the letter.
It was a typical William Adama letter complete with 'request for his presence after graduation' and 'Colonial military' and 'stationed on one of the battlestars' and 'your mother needs you'. After the sixth or so reiteration of a 'request for his presence after graduation', Lee got sick of reading, tossed the letter in his desk and grabbed the nearest book to read.
It was nice to get a letter from his father that read emotionless and sounded even less enthusiastic. If he hadn't already made up his mind, this would have pushed him into doing so.
[door closed, post open, though!]