[John leans back in his chair, kicking both booted feet up onto the corner of his desk, coffee in hand.
Poe moons at him. He smiles, takes a long drink of his coffee, and closes his eyes.
Just another morning in RR-1.]
Because it's dangerous, that's why. Distraction. Conflict of interest. Whatever you want to call it.
I know I might seem all-knowing and all-powerful, but I'm human too, y'know. It's hard enough making calls with the lives of my team on the line. The last thing I need is to make those calls any more difficult, or to give anyone reason to question my judgement.
When push comes to shove, you guys have to trust I'll make the right decision for the mission, and for everyone, not just for me.
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[John can't help that stupid, lop-sided grin. It's the same stupid, lop-sided grin he gets when Poe calls, texts, or visits RR-1's tiny office.
He picks up the nearest file, a thick one, and swats her with it.]
And there's a reason I didn't ask him to be part of this team. That's called fraternization, and it's probably illegal here.
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[ As though either man has been remotely subt--rude? ]
I know what it's called! [ Wait. ] That's why you didn't ask him to be part of the team? Because you wanted...
[ AN AIRY GESTURE that could mean anything from kisses to canoodling but Chyler will be damned if she says any of the above out loud. ]
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[John leans back in his chair, kicking both booted feet up onto the corner of his desk, coffee in hand.
Poe moons at him. He smiles, takes a long drink of his coffee, and closes his eyes.
Just another morning in RR-1.]
Because it's dangerous, that's why. Distraction. Conflict of interest. Whatever you want to call it.
I know I might seem all-knowing and all-powerful, but I'm human too, y'know. It's hard enough making calls with the lives of my team on the line. The last thing I need is to make those calls any more difficult, or to give anyone reason to question my judgement.
When push comes to shove, you guys have to trust I'll make the right decision for the mission, and for everyone, not just for me.
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[ Still, there's a small smile on her face, a warmth in her chest that's fragile and new. She trusts him. She trusts him completely.
That doesn't mean she'll go easy on him.
Chyler smacks his booted feet with one of her own files. ]
You're going to get dirt on your desk.