AWD #008: Cleaning Up
Cleaning Up
Summary: Holtz, accompanied by Ygraine, goes to the head to cool off and clean up after what happened in the fitness center. Their conversation takes an… unexpected turn.
Date: 13/01/2013
Related Logs: Takes place immediately after the events of Family Therapy
Holtz Ygraine 
Head
The Head is the area on the Battlestar to find showers and bathrooms and this is one of many throughout the ship. Male and female crew members share the area equally as space is at a premium on fleet ships. There are half a dozen shower stalls and enclosed toilets as well as urinals along the wall. The room, an L shape dogleg, has the entrance open into the sink area. There are four sinks on the left and four on the right sitting back to back in the middle of the room.
January 13, 2005

"So okay…do I gotta shove you under a shower head?" she asks as they walk along.

Holtz laughs softly. "Only if you want to," he cracks with an ashen, half hearted smile.

"No, I'm asking what's gonna cool you down easiest." she says with a sigh. "I get it, ya know. We all do. We all got family we lost. Anything I can do?"

"Yeah, I know what you meant," he replies, the smile fading as they walk along. "I don't know, dammit." And then, the pair reaches their destination; he spins the wheel and yanks the handle, pulling the door open and entering the head. "Booboo asked me the same question, and I just about broke his face open for his trouble." Storm steps over towards one of the sinks, and goes to splash some water on his face. He stops, though, when he sees the flecks of blood on his knuckles. A quiet curse escapes his lips as he runs the water over his hands first.

"Somehow I doubt you're gonna do that to me." she says matter-of-factly. "We're all dealin' with it differently. Seb knew what he signed up for - but gods, Holtzy - did ya have to hit him so hard? The guy's getting married, y'know." She tsks a little bit, and goes to get a washcloth before stepping alongside and lifting his fist from under the faucet. "I have - I had three brothers, so I'm used to cleaning up knuckles and things."

"No. I shouldn't've," Holtz makes what's got to be the understatement of the evening. "But — " There's a long silence, and he watches impassively as Ygraine grabs the closer of his fists and starts rubbing at it with the cloth. "I… for a second, all I wanted was to hurt something." He looks over at the younger pilot, the same stricken expression from the fitness center on his face. "I tried to tell him… he insisted." His palm, the one Ygraine isn't washing off, pounds against the metal of the sink. "Should've just let me keep wailing on the bag, the poor dumb bastard," he mutters.

"He asked for it, didn't he? He offered. He's not blind, ya big dummy - he's seen the size of your fists." Ygraine gives him a pointed look.

Holtz glares back at the woman, but there's no real heat in his gaze. "Yeah, well, I could've declined." He sighs, and finally looks up into the mirror, staring into the eyes of his reflection.

"S'not what you needed. He knew that." she says. "So none of this self-recrimination shit, Holtzy." She lifts a hand, placing it on his chin to try and turn his head so he looks at her. "Ya hear me?"

Holtz' attention is — literally — pulled away from the mirror to Ygraine. "All right, fine. Fine," he says after a long silence as he stares down into her eyes. "He volunteered. I get that. I do." His lips purse slightly. "Ya know, it's been a week. Thought I was past the worst of it. Then I heard what was on Picon, and I just started allowing myself to have some hope for home… and then I hear the clankers turned the place into a damned inferno." Another shake of the head, followed by another long silence, and then a measuring look at Ygraine. "What about you, Shake? You hear about home yet? Leonis, right?"

"No. But I saw Libran an' how it's occupied, and I saw Sagittaron, and what a ruin it is, and Scorpia…" she trails off, shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. I'm preparing myself for the worst. My brothers and my mama, everyone I knew. And I still got my job to do."

"Yeah. We all got our jobs to do," Holtz echoes, almost as if he's trying to remind himself of that fact. There's another deep exhale as he runs his hands through his hair with a sigh. He splashes a handful of water on his face and looks down at his shirtless torso. "Frak, I left my shit back in there," he remarks ruefully. He'll settle for grabbing a towel from a nearby rack and throwing it over his shoulder.

"I am not complaining." Ygraine says with a grin. "Even if you are theoritically old enough to be my…older brother." Her brows waggle.

Holtz gives a throaty laugh, and for the first time, honest mirth settles over his features. "And you're… well, never you mind that." A sly smile spreads across his lips as he catches her browwaggle, and he dabs at his still-dripping face with the towel. "Here I thought you had purely altruistic motives bringing me here, or was I wrong?" Holtz asks teasingly.

"Well, despite what rumor may say, I ain't entirely ruled by my flaming crotch." Ygraine replies with a grin. "You offerin' t'go? You should know I am purely casual, and if you go doe-eyed and kittenish after, I'll end up breaking your heart. I hate seeing men cry."

"You kiddin' me? Last thing I want right now is some frakkin' long term… entanglement. Been through one divorce already. You want casual, Shakes, you got it." Holtz' tone is wry but serious, and he looks over at one of the stalls and then back at Ygraine with a raised brow.

She lets out a grin. "Not that one." she says. "You're a big guy, and we need a little room. Down at the end." She cocks her head toward that direction. "And hey, if it'll put you in a better mood."

"Pretty girl like you, sure as frak wouldn't hurt my mood." Holtz grins, slipping an arm around Ygraine's waist as he guides her down towards the end of the row, towards the one she'd indicated. He pushes the door open, and gestures. "After you." The pilot chuckles as he pulls the towel off his shoulders and throws it over the door. It's not exactly a DO NOT DISTURB sign, but… it'll suffice.

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