on re-watching TNG

[trombone_commander]

What was it you said? You just felt like bringing me out of the closet? Don't you think I deserve better than that? The ship and crew need me. The Captain needs me. It's damn selfish of you to bring me out just because you felt like it.

You know what? Now that I'm out I feel like a drink. Ten Forward should be able to provide me with adequate company. People that actually care, unlike you. You need to sort your priorities out.

Deanna and Geordie should be around here somewhere for a decent conversation. Especially Deanna.

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[truth_detector]

[ And who indeed should Will find upon entering Ten Forward but Deanna, contemplating her first bite of a chocolate sundae. Her eye is immediately on him in concern. ]

Will? Are you all right?

[trombone_commander]

[Will glanced up from his sombre mood, clasping a glass of Romulan ale it looked like. Yeah, he found some, ok? He feels like shit.]

Deanna.

[Even feeling like shit he still found a way to smile to the woman he held most dear to his heart. She was a close friend and so much more.]

Yeah, I'm fine. Just mun problems.