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Aw, look. Two CTU agents in one post, bonding over a computer.

Well. Adam is playing a game that, as per usual, involves blowing shit up. Castle is hanging over his shoulder waiting for a turn and looking a little distracted.

Come bother either or both! Just don't make Adam lose his game.

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Námo does not know Adam.

But he is looking for the distracted Lee.

He stands a few respectful feet away from the duo.

"Good evening," he greets quietly.

Lee startles. Adam does not actually notice Namo's presence.

He turns around, leaving Adam to the explosions. "...Hey."

He shifts a little nervously, but does not look away from Lee's eyes.

"Are you well?" he asks politely.

The chilly-seeming politeness puts him briefly in mind of Andres calling him 'Agent Castle.'

"Doing all right." His arms are crossed as if he's cold.

Námo would never refer to him as that.

Well, yes he would, but only if he were being intentionally cruel. Which, at the moment, he isn't.

He clasps his hands in front of him.

"I have worried about you since you took your leave of my room the other night." He swallows. "I also wished... to extend my apologies, Lee. I was cruel to you, forcing you into a corner and I should not have."

As this is not something Lee wants Adam overhearing, he leads Namo further over towards the fireplace, meeting his friend's eyes with a quick 'I'll be back later' nod.

He hasn't expected an apology. Truth be told, he'd thought Namo was still as angry as he himself was.

"It's all right," he says cautiously. "I did give you an answer, though. For the record."

"Yes, you did. You did not have to. You could have merely walked out."

Námo does not hold onto his anger as long as he could.

As long as some think he should.

"Well. You were persistent." He sticks his hands in his pockets.

Lee can generally hold onto anger long enough for the both of them. But right now, he just wants to forget about it.

"I don't want to answer any more questions about it, though. Agreed?" He glances up.

He looks away.

"Gorlim disagrees with my opinion. With your admission," he says, not quite ready to leave the topic. There was more to this, more to what he felt that night, and he wants to know.

He can't stop himself from pressing.

"Namo--" Uncomfortable and beginning to get irritated. "I really don't want to talk about it. Come on."

His eyes chill instantly.

"As you wish, Lee," he replies, his posture stiffening.

Oh, do not fucking start again... He's practiced enough to conceal this thought from Namo now.

"Look--I answered your question, I accepted your apology, I'm not pissed at you anymore. Why can't we just drop it?" The 'before it blows out of proportion and turns into one of our usual epic battles' is implied.

"I have dropped it," he says immediately, his eyes distant and his thoughts veiled from Lee. "I will never bring it up again; you have my word."

He might as well walk away and see if Namo will be any less distant later. He doesn't trust himself not to let this get ugly.

"Right. See you later, then. I'll get back to my game."

He is a prideful creature.

"Have a pleasant evening, Lee," he says, a little more edge to his words than he would have liked to be present.

"I'm mostly doing it so that you can, but whatever."

"I was having a pleasant night -- and I will continue to do so. It is you who took such uncomfortable offense at discussing something that I am concerned over. But it is not something you want to discuss, as are most things that we argue about, and so I give you what the hell you want and you get pissed!"

The tone and volume of his response grows steadily until he yells out the last few words.

Not going to get into it. Not going to get into it. And Adam is glancing over at them now, a tad concerned, the nosy bastard.

"Yeah," he says tightly. "Keep enjoying your pleasant evening."

He sits back down at the computer table.

Oh, go fuck yourself, Lee!

The words are clipped and angry and impulsive as he walks by them.

He turns around, responding instinctively aloud to the mental goading. "Fuck you too!"

"Whoa," Adam murmurs, raising his eyebrows. Lee glares at him.

He stops in his tracks, turning to face the two men with burning, angry eyes.

Adam is torn between leaving his computer unattended in the company of an angry field agent or escaping from the vicinity of this argument as quickly as possible. He closes the laptop and pulls it out of the way.

Lee glares back at Namo, fists clenched under the table. "Don't apologize next time if it's just an excuse to keep interrogating me."

"It was not an excuse to interrogate you -- it was an attempt to discuss a topic I find important between us," he bites out. "I am sorry I upset you the other night, that does not mean it is an excuse for anything."

"Yeah? Well, it's not a topic I care to discuss anywhere, let alone right here. You can't apologize for upsetting me with it and then turn around and do it again and get pissed when I get upset."

"And so I agreed to drop the topic as you wished. What more did you expect from me, Lee?" he asks coldly.