How do I tell him? Surely he must have noticed by now. I mean, it is glaringly obvious, and I am sure even someone like Ford must have seen. It stands out a mile and…. yet I cannot bring myself to tell him. He will be devastated, I am sure. It will be such a blow to his esteem, such a deep wound, something that I am sure he would never ever have considered. Yet accidents happen. I can only try to ease the blow for him. Perhaps I should tell him that it was my fault, my responsibility.
But I know him. He will shoulder the blame, take it on himself and I know what will happen, then. He will look at me with those brilliant cerulean eyes, he will ask me if I am sure, maybe even ask me if anyone else might have noticed.
I will have to be strong. It is my duty to tell him the truth, however painful. Better for both of us in the long run. I don’t know what people will say when they find out. After all, he is my commanding officer, and I am his subordinate. I hope that we can sort it out before Henderson realises. But, I think that once it is out in the open, once we have come to terms with what he has done, then we will be able to sit down together, maybe this evening, in his office and talk it over. He will be strong and silent and maybe upset and I can comfort him and tell him that everything will be alright.
Damn. I should have proof read that article before I sent it, but that UFO incursion distracted me. Why Lake didn’t spot that typo where I spelt counselling with only one ‘l’ I have no idea; after all it is her responsibility to check the final drafts. Perhaps she was still suffering from Post Traumatic Spider Syndrome.
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Enjoying the Virginia monologues. They keep me wondering what on earth is going to happen next.