[ It's funny. Miller doesn't know about natural. It's just that when you compare the relationship he's somehow managed to build with these two men to the constant ins and outs of living in a glorified experiment, their relationship still manages to be one of the most comfortable things about an entirely uncomfortable arrangement.
Considering how close he had become with the two of them, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him so much when he learned the full extent of Richard and Silco's relationship. Call him old-fashioned; he'd readily admit to that. It's just that he never really viewed either of them as intimate sorts of people. There was that forced kissing situation they'd found themselves in, an apparent holiday joke from the simulation, but then they went without talking about it for months. No need to disrupt their camaraderie, right? Not for something so stupid. And yet he was the one who felt foolish when he realized what was happening under his nose all along...
But it's fine. It doesn't matter. Whatever they wish to do is their own personal business and there really is no reason that it should affect him or the professionalism between them. That's what Miller tells himself anyway, but he still glances away when the two of them grow close in his presence. Sometimes, he still feels the unspoken pressure from certain glances or teasing words.
This evening, there's been a strange heaviness in the air that he tamps down with a glass of liquor and then another. The feeling builds until Richard draws both of their attention, Miller's voice gone silent before the instruction leaves the man's mouth. He looks at Silco like the exchange might somehow make him understand what's happening, but seemingly not finding any clarity in it, slowly moves to the nearby chair and rests a hand on the backrest. ]
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Considering how close he had become with the two of them, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him so much when he learned the full extent of Richard and Silco's relationship. Call him old-fashioned; he'd readily admit to that. It's just that he never really viewed either of them as intimate sorts of people. There was that forced kissing situation they'd found themselves in, an apparent holiday joke from the simulation, but then they went without talking about it for months. No need to disrupt their camaraderie, right? Not for something so stupid. And yet he was the one who felt foolish when he realized what was happening under his nose all along...
But it's fine. It doesn't matter. Whatever they wish to do is their own personal business and there really is no reason that it should affect him or the professionalism between them. That's what Miller tells himself anyway, but he still glances away when the two of them grow close in his presence. Sometimes, he still feels the unspoken pressure from certain glances or teasing words.
This evening, there's been a strange heaviness in the air that he tamps down with a glass of liquor and then another. The feeling builds until Richard draws both of their attention, Miller's voice gone silent before the instruction leaves the man's mouth. He looks at Silco like the exchange might somehow make him understand what's happening, but seemingly not finding any clarity in it, slowly moves to the nearby chair and rests a hand on the backrest. ]
Is everything alright?