"Yeah. Yeah, we've got time. Right," Lee says, and that pit of dread in his gut has only grown with each passing second, the more this sinks in, the more real the situation becomes. This whole thing is a clock that's counting down, no matter where the two of them land on this.
He thinks idly, that he should mention Gianne and that day on Caprica, the conversation on the balcony, but it doesn't seem like the time for it. It's a conversation he's put off for too long, if he was ever going to tell her about it. Now it just seems extraneous, as if he's implying something's going to happen here that he's not sure will.
Frak, he can barely figure out what he's supposed to say here, figuring out a next step seems impossible. And the idea of it almost makes him feel like he can't breathe.
"I... I need some air," he says, "I'm going to go get some air."
He's already crossing the room to find his coat before he's finished his sentence.
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He thinks idly, that he should mention Gianne and that day on Caprica, the conversation on the balcony, but it doesn't seem like the time for it. It's a conversation he's put off for too long, if he was ever going to tell her about it. Now it just seems extraneous, as if he's implying something's going to happen here that he's not sure will.
Frak, he can barely figure out what he's supposed to say here, figuring out a next step seems impossible. And the idea of it almost makes him feel like he can't breathe.
"I... I need some air," he says, "I'm going to go get some air."
He's already crossing the room to find his coat before he's finished his sentence.