“He seemed like a nice guy overall. Just stressed and out of sorts.” He doesn’t mind Adia messaging Jim. He’s not familiar enough with smartphones to know how problematic it is when someone’s texting while you’re trying to talk, and in this case he gets that it’s important to find Felix. Their interaction had been brief, but his impression was that he’s somebody with a good heart but who’s possibly a little bit foolish.
“Maybe he had his reasons,” he says, tapping the ash from his cigarette and watching it flutter toward the ground. He doesn’t mean to stick up for Caspar, but he can’t help feeling for the guy. Learning your entire identity is a lie has to be a mindfuck, and Freddy can imagine why letting other Cylons know about his feelings for Adia might be a bad idea. “Do you think you’ll ever see him again?”
Adia may be open-minded, but he still feels there’s plenty people could judge him on whether it's falling for another man, falling for a criminal, or just failing to be professional.
“Not good,” he sighs. Freddy’s own poker face is well practiced, so while it's clear he's regretful, with his sad eyes and floppy hair in his face, there’s nothing to indicate how devastating a confession it had actually been. “I should have told him sooner.”
He can't trust himself to say more without his voice breaking though, so he decides to back up in his story and confirm that he hadn't been lying for fun. “I lied to get in with this gangster, to get information so that we could catch him red-handed at a crime scene.”
At least Adia no longer has to do the mental gymnastics of trying to picture Freddy in actual police uniform, although of course he’s worn one before. It’s just easier to understand how he might have actually been good at undercover work, if only he wasn’t simultaneously terrible at it.
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Date: 2017-08-23 08:03 pm (UTC)“Maybe he had his reasons,” he says, tapping the ash from his cigarette and watching it flutter toward the ground. He doesn’t mean to stick up for Caspar, but he can’t help feeling for the guy. Learning your entire identity is a lie has to be a mindfuck, and Freddy can imagine why letting other Cylons know about his feelings for Adia might be a bad idea. “Do you think you’ll ever see him again?”
Adia may be open-minded, but he still feels there’s plenty people could judge him on whether it's falling for another man, falling for a criminal, or just failing to be professional.
“Not good,” he sighs. Freddy’s own poker face is well practiced, so while it's clear he's regretful, with his sad eyes and floppy hair in his face, there’s nothing to indicate how devastating a confession it had actually been. “I should have told him sooner.”
He can't trust himself to say more without his voice breaking though, so he decides to back up in his story and confirm that he hadn't been lying for fun. “I lied to get in with this gangster, to get information so that we could catch him red-handed at a crime scene.”
At least Adia no longer has to do the mental gymnastics of trying to picture Freddy in actual police uniform, although of course he’s worn one before. It’s just easier to understand how he might have actually been good at undercover work, if only he wasn’t simultaneously terrible at it.