Daniel waited until George and Clarice were done talking, and George walked off with Carlos. They moved like lovers, and Daniel blinked in surprise. (Where the hell have I been that I missed that?)
Blaise's earlier teasing of George sunk in; the words had passed over Daniel's head because he'd been doing the dance of evasion with Quentin, but now they hit home. (I really have to start paying more attention, although romantic relationships aren't any of my business unless they start trouble.)
He made his way to Clarice, mindful that his reception might not be a welcome one. Although their earlier "disagreement" had not resulted in raised voices, he knew that Clarice was upset with him. Her reasons were sound; but he would stand by his as well. She was still borderline in dealing with things, and he thought that he'd only added to that by telling her about the Stargate Program and other things. She seemed like the sort who wanted to be a part of it, but didn't feel like she was worthy. He'd hoped sharing that would help her wrap her mind around the weirdness of the camp, but he wasn't sure that it had been a help at all.
She needed to do something useful, something that didn't involve her thinking she could save the whole world - because he knew personally that it just wasn't possible. No one had that ability; all right, there were races that did, but they didn't use that power because it was considered interference. (Damned if you do, damned if you don't,) Daniel realized.
He stopped a few feet from her, crouching down and catching her eyes. "So, is there room for one more, or should I keep walking?"
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[Daniel] Room for One More? (tag Clarice, open)
Date: 2006-05-01 12:17 am (UTC)Blaise's earlier teasing of George sunk in; the words had passed over Daniel's head because he'd been doing the dance of evasion with Quentin, but now they hit home. (I really have to start paying more attention, although romantic relationships aren't any of my business unless they start trouble.)
He made his way to Clarice, mindful that his reception might not be a welcome one. Although their earlier "disagreement" had not resulted in raised voices, he knew that Clarice was upset with him. Her reasons were sound; but he would stand by his as well. She was still borderline in dealing with things, and he thought that he'd only added to that by telling her about the Stargate Program and other things. She seemed like the sort who wanted to be a part of it, but didn't feel like she was worthy. He'd hoped sharing that would help her wrap her mind around the weirdness of the camp, but he wasn't sure that it had been a help at all.
She needed to do something useful, something that didn't involve her thinking she could save the whole world - because he knew personally that it just wasn't possible. No one had that ability; all right, there were races that did, but they didn't use that power because it was considered interference. (Damned if you do, damned if you don't,) Daniel realized.
He stopped a few feet from her, crouching down and catching her eyes. "So, is there room for one more, or should I keep walking?"