Responsibility Rears Its Ugly Head [locked to starspointman]

[sonotastars]

Kevin's been waiting on his 10:45 meeting with Chris for twenty minutes now, fidgeting outside his office on a padded bench. Kevin, always lackadaisical and laid-back, is twitchy and nervous this morning, uniform pressed and his hair actually cut. What is going on.Well -- Chris was his direct superior. Nobody else to talk about this besides him

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[starspointman]

A few more minutes pass, and then Chris comes strolling down the hallway toward his office. He has a styrofoam cup full of coffee in one hand, and a few manilla folders under his other arm.

"Ryman." He nods his head in greeting, that usual dopey half-smile on his face. "What's up?"

Now that Chris gets a good look, he raises his eyebrows and the smile gets wider.

[sonotastars]

Kevin glares up at him, a look of "I know what you're going to say, so cram it". He almost looks ~*presentable*~, what with being shaved and all.

"Captain." He gets up. "Gotta talk to you about somethin'."

He looks down the hall, then back at Chris, then nods at the doorway -- whatever it is, he wants to discuss it privately.

[starspointman]

Captain? Shit.

That meant business, and Chris hadn't even got his first cup of coffee in yet. This was gonna be a long day.

Chris unlocks the door to his office and gestures for Ryman to go ahead first.

"Sure, I've got time."

[sonotastars]

Kevin does, locating a chair and taking a seat until Chris gets settled. Well, shit.

There's a long note of silence between them.

"So... uh." His collar (properly buttoned, for once) seems to be chafing him a little. "This is probably gonna get us both into a heap of trouble, but I wanted to clear it with you first."

This whole having to refer to your friend as your superior thing? Blows.

"I wanted to ask you 'bout the... rules on frat-- fraterniz... well fuck, between two people who're you know, together, on the same team."