026. - stupid admiral stalling the stupid barge

[brokenweapon]

Let's not do that again.

[Private to Claire and Costigan, individually.]
You all right?

[Private to Slade.]
Thanks.

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Private - tag FOR REAL. Sorry.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

He seems...cool. We haven't talked that much. I made him doughnuts, like, waaaay back when he first arrived. Well, we baked them together. A learning experience. And it was nice to have someone else to panic with over Donny, when he disappeared?

Private - No worries, that was an ~alternate universe~ thread haha.

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[Trying to suppress laughterface over the idea of Costigan baking.]

He's probably better than some of the wardens here, to tell the truth.

Private - YEAH!

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Really? What makes you say that?

Private

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

We see eye to eye on a lot of things.

Private

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Think you could elaborate or are you going to keep being vague, Jason?

Private

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I'm not used to talking about things.

We both got screwed for doing something we believed in. It changed us.

Private

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I know, but we're working on that. And you can always tell me to shut up...I probably won't listen, but... Thanks for telling me, though.

Private

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

I really need to talk about it, though. Didn't ever get around to seeing a therapist.

[Oh God, Jason, honey. Your sense of humor is slowly getting better, albeit dry.]

Private

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

Then let's talk. After Thanksgiving dinner maybe? We are/i> doing dinner.

Private

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Private - FU html!!

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Beams.]

After dinner then.

Private

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

After dinner.