untitled (drabble-ish; Wes, Lea (OC))
"I don't want to talk about it," but she doesn't listen, of course she doesn't, because she's Lea Ryze, and when did Lea Ryze ever listen to him outside the cockpit?
"I think you do, really, I mean. You think you don't, but you do."
"I really don't."
"I'll buy you another drink."
"...how are you even buying alcohol? You're two years too young on this planet."
But she doesn't answer, of course she doesn't, because she's Lea Ryze. She just goes to the bar, and he watches as she flirts with the bartender and he supposes that's how she's managing to buy alcohol, and is he supposed to feel protective at that? He's just her squad commander; it's not like he's her father or anything.
"Here. Whyren's Reserve, no ice or water. Now spill it, Janson."
"Captain Janson."
"Spill."
So he does, because after all, this is his fifth drink, maybe he does want to talk, and -- she's Lea Ryze. She's good at getting what she wants in this squadron. And he honestly doesn't mind a bit.