Khaat pulled herself up to her feet to go find Brian.
"Oh no you don't," Robert said to her. "You're not able. I'll go."
"I'll be alright," she said. She left the office on her own and found Brian taking a walk down the tarmack, alng side the many parked cars. When he saw her he sighed. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be out here. You're not up to it."
"I"m alright," she said. "What happened?"
"Steven didn't trust me," Brian said. "I thought we were all closer than that."
"What?" she frowned.
"Never mind. My staff, my problem."
"Brian, talk to me."
"No," he said. "Ive got it. Come on back and sit down." He apparated back the flask of firewhiskey and took and drank a shot of it for himself."
"Brian, this isnt' your fault," she said.
"Its not yours either," he said, a sharp edge to his words. She just looked at him. "I'm sorry," he softened. She took the flask and took a swig for herself.
"What does Paul know?" she asked.
"Not here. Later. Back at our quarters. But it was a secret Paul didnt have to even admit he had a clue about. Paul's paid enough for that so called 'greater good.' "
"Hey," she frowned. "Isn't that what you and I believe in too?"
"At the moment, it sort of looks like the greater good is just a death sentence."
"Brian," she said lovingly, kissing him softly. "You're hurting, and I dont know why, but dont make any decisions right now, huh? This is stuff you usually give to my father."
"And he's too busy for me today."
"He is never, never too busy for you," she frowned, her words firm now. He sighed heavily and said softly
"He is today. And its okay. I can deal with it." He opened the cigarette case and pulled one out and lit it.
"Firewhiskey and cigarettes? You are stressed," she said.
"I'll live," he brushed it off. "Go sit. Or I'll worry more. I'll be in, in a minute."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
"I love you, Brian Quinn," she reminded him.
"I know," he sighed. "I love you too. I think you're crazy for even giving a damn, but I love you too." She went back inside.
"Well?" her father asked.
"I didn't get anywhere," she said.
"Well, thats no news flash," he said dryly. "I didn't expect you to. Come sit." He handed her a fresh cup of tea just as Lee came in.
"The memorial is about to begin. We need you all back in the hangar. Where the heck is Brian?"
"Cigarette break," Robert said.
"I'll get him. You bunch get organized."