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He told me he couldn't show me that he could dance. But he did. Oh, we danced. Danced around the immortal question, "What if?" Or perhaps a better word would be immoral. I don't know.
The way we act around each other, at least in private...I'll be the first to admit it's not proper for a commander and his lieutenant. But the proper term is another question. Lovers is not right. Friends? Perhaps, but that doesn't exactly seem to fit, either. Father-daughter? Again, it doesn't work. Whatever it is, I think Sabella would happily choke me if she knew.
I know he hates it, but I do worry. I am afraid that one day, the burden he bears will crush him. And he won't share. He's too proud for that, and I can understand that. I hate asking for help too. But what I'm really afraid of? Is that he will go insane, and he'll take me with him.
The way we act around each other, at least in private...I'll be the first to admit it's not proper for a commander and his lieutenant. But the proper term is another question. Lovers is not right. Friends? Perhaps, but that doesn't exactly seem to fit, either. Father-daughter? Again, it doesn't work. Whatever it is, I think Sabella would happily choke me if she knew.
I know he hates it, but I do worry. I am afraid that one day, the burden he bears will crush him. And he won't share. He's too proud for that, and I can understand that. I hate asking for help too. But what I'm really afraid of? Is that he will go insane, and he'll take me with him.