[Miller sits there and rolls his eyes to the side, as if Ocelot's cryptic words about not being in a relationship matter terribly much.]
Yeah. Not really men you put a label on. Already know that.
[But then he comes clean, and Miller... well, he doesn't know if he's relieved or not. He fulfilled a longstanding dream with one, but on the other there was a closeness there he's deprived of. There's something a little sad about it. Another reminder, if faint, that when he does leave, they will belong to Ocelot. And he knows it.]
Well... [It wasn't as if he had any significant part to play in his life anyway. Just the person tricked into helping him act like Big Boss. Ahab's his friend. He is. But Kaz has no idea where that friendship comes from. Not when it's based off memories of him with Big Boss... and that friendship, he knows fully well, comes from a darker place than just being saved.]
...I guess it really isn't any of my business. [He knows it's not. He thinks about adding in what he did, but in the long run, does that matter either? Aw. Hell. He wishes he had his sunglasses. He realizes in that moment the usual shield against his emotions isn't there. He can see that not of conflicted disappointment, of vague loneliness, and then suddenly being a bit irritated with that final realization of being exposed. He tries to cover it by rubbing between his eyes, just a motion to cover them.]
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Yeah. Not really men you put a label on. Already know that.
[But then he comes clean, and Miller... well, he doesn't know if he's relieved or not. He fulfilled a longstanding dream with one, but on the other there was a closeness there he's deprived of. There's something a little sad about it. Another reminder, if faint, that when he does leave, they will belong to Ocelot. And he knows it.]
Well... [It wasn't as if he had any significant part to play in his life anyway. Just the person tricked into helping him act like Big Boss. Ahab's his friend. He is. But Kaz has no idea where that friendship comes from. Not when it's based off memories of him with Big Boss... and that friendship, he knows fully well, comes from a darker place than just being saved.]
...I guess it really isn't any of my business. [He knows it's not. He thinks about adding in what he did, but in the long run, does that matter either? Aw. Hell. He wishes he had his sunglasses. He realizes in that moment the usual shield against his emotions isn't there. He can see that not of conflicted disappointment, of vague loneliness, and then suddenly being a bit irritated with that final realization of being exposed. He tries to cover it by rubbing between his eyes, just a motion to cover them.]