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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

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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[namo]

"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."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"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."

[namo]

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

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"I guess it was too much to ask that you not be angry about losing the opportunity to keep being cruel to me, so I shouldn't have expected any more. I'll remember not to in future."

[namo]

"I was not seeking an opportunity to be cruel to you. I was seeking an opportunity for discussion. I was wrong, and in future, I will not try to engage you in such discussions. We can strike each other or just rut," he spits out intentionally, his anger rising again.

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Oh god, is he ever not willing to discuss this in front of Adam, and furious with Namo on so many levels for bringing it up like that.

Adam finally takes his cue to leave and disappears like lightning.

"I accepted your fucking apology the first time," he grinds out. "We should have been done with this then!"

He isn't even going to try anymore. He shoves his chair back from the table and goes upstairs.

[namo]

Námo sits heavily in a chair, burying his face in folded arms.

Well, fuck.