Aldrich and Cate chat about faith and friendship after the latest mission.
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Scene Number: 1577
It seems like most people got lucky this mission, so there really wasn't too terribly much for the medics to handle... At least, not compared some some of the disaster missions they've seen in the past. Still, Al hangs around in case an extra set of hands are needed, or just to offer comfort to anyone who might need it. Finally, the medics have done all they can, so Al retreats to whatever area is available to clean up. Probably he ends up there at the same time as Cate!
Cate has beat him to the lounge area, but not by much it would seem. Just long enough to wash the blood off her hands and get out of her gear - which is piled on the floor near the bench she's sitting on. Her outer fatigue shirt is unbuttoned, and she's pulled the hem of her double-tanks up to study the bruise left by the Cylon bullet. Reassuring herself that it didn't go through, perhaps. She looks up when the door opens, guarded at first until she sees that it's Aldrich. "Hey Al," she greets tiredly.
"Hey..." Gear comes off first, dropped in a convenient pile out of the way. He pauses long enough to wash his hands, but then he heads over the bench to roll up his shirt sleeve and inspect the graze on his arm. "Were you hit?" he wonders. Presumably she'd be off somewhere getting attention if she had been, but it's Cate, so who even knows?
Cate lets the shirt drop. "I'm all right. Vest did it's job for a change." Still hurts though, as evidenced by the slight wince when she turns to face him, one leg tucking up under her. "How's your arm?"
"Think I'll live," Aldrich remarks, giving it a poke or two. "I should probably bandage it up, though." So he goes to pick up the random supplies he will need for that, and returns to the bench. As he starts cleaning up the wound, he glances over to Cate, with a raised eyebrow. "So...What was all that about with Marx? Did I do something to piss him off, or is he just always like that when he gets shot?"
Cate eyes the gash. "Doesn't look deep enough to need stitches," she affirms, though he doubtless knew that already. When he asks about Jacob, her lips press together in an unhappy expression. "I don't think it's you," she says with a little headshake. "He's just like that now. Surly. Kind of a dick sometimes."
Aldrich doesn't seem to mind Cate offering her professional opinion on the wound. He rips open an alcohol swab and gets to work cleaning it up, frowning faintly as he does so. "Hm. I guess the war is liable to do that to anyone... It just seemed awfully targeted."
Cate watches him work, if only to give herself something to focus on. She shakes her head. "It wasn't the war," she says grimly. "Though I expect that didn't help. What happened back home wrecked him as much as it did me. He wasn't ever very religious, but now? I think he's lost faith completely." She shrugs, shoulders slumped a little.
Aldrich shakes his head a little. "I suppose I can't blame anyone for feeling that way." He finishes up and leaves the swab crumpled on the bench next to him as he adds a dab of antibiotic ointment, then starts applying the bandage. "I'd offer to talk to him, but I'm not sure he'd be receptive to me."
Cate shakes her head too. "Probably not, but I don't really know. I don't even know how to talk to him any more." There's a certain sadness obvious in her tone. "I don't think he has a death wish, exactly - he's too much of a fighter for that. But I do think he doesn't really give a shit what happens to him any more."
Aldrich nods a little. "Perhaps if I can find an excuse to interact with him..." He shrugs a shoulder, and gives a grim smile. "Though lately I suppose I haven't been much better." He says that with a faintly apologetic tone. He finishes the last piece of tape over the bandage, then starts cleaning up his trash.
Cate tilts her head a little at that admission. "Maybe we should start a club," she says with a brief smirk. It fades to a more somber expression. "Is there anything I can do for you, Al?" she asks earnestly.
Aldrich snorts slightly. "Sounds like a support group," he points out. "Maybe we should be talking to Doc Anders about that." He sighs a little, and starts to climb to his feet. "Right now? I'm just trying to focus on work. But thanks. What about you?"
Cate hehs softly. "Yeah maybe." She shrugs to the question. "I don't know," she admits with a frown. There's a contemplative silence, then she lifts her eyes to him as he stands. "Y'know, I keep thinking about what you said, when we talked after the awards thing." Her face twists in a pained expression. "Look, I know I frakked up, telling Lyn about the whole chamalla thing." They may be alone, but she still drops her voice when mentioning it. "I was worried, and I panicked, and I'm sorry. But I really don't think your religion is silly, or wrong, or, well, anything like that. I'm sorry I made you think I did."
Aldrich settles back on the bench, looking down at the floor for a moment before glancing over at her. "It's okay, Cate. It really is. I'm sorry that whole situation made you uncomfortable. But it's in the past now, as far as I'm concerned. Nothing to worry about." He smiles and pulls his sleeve down, though it doesn't accomplish much, given that the sleeve is now torn and blood stained.
Cate bobs her head, still anxious but looking slightly mollified at least. "Okay. I'm glad." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You're a good friend, Al," she says with a wan smile. "Sometimes I think I don't tell you that enough."
Aldrich looks a little surprised to hear that, though it's anyone's guess why. It only lasts for a moment, before being replaced by a small but genuine smile. "You are, too. And for what it's worth, I know that when you told Lyn, you were just trying to be a good friend. And I appreciate that."
His surprise only reinforces her feeling that he probably doesn't hear it enough. But Cate returns the smile with a little one of her own. "Thanks. I was, but... still... I shouldn't have broke your trust like that." The smile turns rueful. "It's my weakness - sticking my nose in to help but only ending up making it worse. You'd think I'd have learned by now."
Aldrich nods a little, and turns over all of that in his head for a few minutes, considering. Finally, he starts to speak, slowly and with a crooked little smile. "I think if there ever comes a day when Cate Rhodes doesn't care just a little too much, I really will lose hope for humanity."
That actually gets a little chuckle out of her, and Cate rubs her eyebrow, smiling awkwardly. "Yeah. Well. I think you're probably safe there." The smile turns rueful. "I mean, after all, I still care about Jake. Even after everything that happened. "
Aldrich smiles and glances downward. "Yes, well... I can understand that, too." He glances back over his shoulder then to Cate. "I should change out of this shirt, but do you want to swing by the mess? You should probably eat something."
"Yeah. I probably should," Cate admits, "I'm gonna drop off my gear and grab a quick shower, but I'll swing by the bunks after and we can head up."
Aldrich nods his agreement. "Sounds like a plan," he agrees. He pauses long enough to gather up his own gear, then gives Cate a little nod. "Meet you at the bunks." And then he heads off to take care of his own things."