[It was strange, looking out for someone else again. Though Bourne felt more at ease when he was on his own - it was how he'd been trained by Hirsch and the rest, after all, an asset works solo, an asset can have connections but never friends, never anyone close, never anyone to worry about if the weapons they became could even worry at all - he'd spent so much time with Marie that keeping everyone else at a distance just seemed alien to him. She'd kept him human, and after her death he'd feared what he might have become otherwise.
There was doubtless a little of the military mode in his thought about this situation, from the war he couldn't remember. It was no special thing, looking out for the guys in your squad. That was just what you did. So for half of him, this was perfectly normal. For the other half, keeping an eye on anyone besides himself or Marie was kind of weird. People could deal with their own problems. It wasn't his job to fix everything.
But he did have to apologize; and he figured this would take more than a simple, 'I'm sorry I neglected to tell you that you weren't actually a girl, my bad.' No, that would not work. Bourne sat on the edge of the futon.]
"And I'm telling you it does. I -" [He didn't want to say too much, but how else could he explain why he felt so bad about this? Costigan had seemed happier as Billie than as Billy, but it hadn't been Bourne's place to judge and he'd been a fool for thinking it was. And of course the hair incident was not to be mentioned ever again. He shut up, trying to think of a good way to put it. Things had been easier for him when he'd been quieter, honestly.
Either Costigan was ill with a very bad virus or he still hadn't gotten the pills he'd needed, but either way, he wasn't firing on all cylinders. Asking if he was all right would only irritate the inmate, so he stayed quiet, mulling over how to say what he wanted to say that was more than just a simple 'Sorry'.]
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Date: 2010-03-08 06:05 am (UTC)There was doubtless a little of the military mode in his thought about this situation, from the war he couldn't remember. It was no special thing, looking out for the guys in your squad. That was just what you did. So for half of him, this was perfectly normal. For the other half, keeping an eye on anyone besides himself or Marie was kind of weird. People could deal with their own problems. It wasn't his job to fix everything.
But he did have to apologize; and he figured this would take more than a simple, 'I'm sorry I neglected to tell you that you weren't actually a girl, my bad.' No, that would not work. Bourne sat on the edge of the futon.]
"And I'm telling you it does. I -" [He didn't want to say too much, but how else could he explain why he felt so bad about this? Costigan had seemed happier as Billie than as Billy, but it hadn't been Bourne's place to judge and he'd been a fool for thinking it was. And of course the hair incident was not to be mentioned ever again. He shut up, trying to think of a good way to put it. Things had been easier for him when he'd been quieter, honestly.
Either Costigan was ill with a very bad virus or he still hadn't gotten the pills he'd needed, but either way, he wasn't firing on all cylinders. Asking if he was all right would only irritate the inmate, so he stayed quiet, mulling over how to say what he wanted to say that was more than just a simple 'Sorry'.]