AWD #465: Let's talk
Log Title
Summary: Niamh and Toby agree that they should be start talking.. just not right now.
Date: 29/09/16
Related Logs: None
Niamh Toby 
Rec Room - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
With several smaller rec rooms spread throughout the ship, this one is the largest by far and is the primary recreation location aboard the ship. Longer than it is wide, with several hatches in and out, the room is divided by load-bearing beams that section it off into equal thirds. There are a dozen tables, couches, and coffee tables set up — though all of the tables and chairs are the drab metal of the rest of the fleet. The couches seem to have been purchased privately and moved in here at some point in the past, heavy use and careful patching evident. Magazines are strewn around randomly, as are racks of books, plus a couple flatscreen televisions set up. Along one wall are several billiards tables, along with a bar for coffee and snacks.
AWD #465

It's pretty early in the morning, but Niamh hasn't been sleeping much recently so she's up and about, wandering around until finally finding her way to the rec room. She's even drinking a cup of coffee, which is not normal. Though her bottle of water is close to hand too. She's currently positioned herself mostly out of the main thoroughfare, sitting cross-legged on a couch with her notepad on her lap, drawing. Or at least that's what she appears to be doing.

In what might be a surprising move given his current track record, Toby appears to have today off. Or atleast, it's about the time he would usually be knuckling down to the day's tasks but instead he's striding into the rec room in civies. Well, half civies, a 2005 season Tauran Bulls shirt, a pair of fleet issue combats, and his boots. Not initially paying attention to much he fills a mug with coffee then starts eyeing the film collection before a faint movement out of the corner of his eye brings his attention to his fellow deckie. "Callaghn," he greets simply, still mostly looking at the films.

As usual, it takes Niamh a moment to realize that she's being addressed. Her head shoots up and she blinks, turning slightly to look over at Toby. She's got a fresh bruise on her right cheek and a smudge of grease on her left, that in addition to the dark circles under her eyes leave the Deckie looking more than a little worse for wear. Still, she manages to work up a friendly smile for Toby. "Hey, hi…" She studies his civvies for a moment, before looking away and reaching for her coffee. A sip is taken, accompanied by a slight grimace of distaste.

In the way that these things always go Toby selects his film at almost exactly the same time as he spots the bruise on Niamh's cheek. His largely neutral expression changes to a frown for a moment as he asks cautiously, "you been sparring?" There's just something in his tone though that suggests if she says no then he might be about to go look for the cause of that bruise and cause some of his own. He's less sure about what to make of the tiredness though, so just asks, "double shift?"

A flicker of confusion, before she realizes he's referring to the bruise. "Oh… no…" Niamh frowns slightly, like she's trying to recall something. Then gives up and shrugs. A quick laugh is given in response to the second question, "Oh… if only. A double shift would be far preferable." She shakes her head, "No… just not sleeping well, lately. Too much going on up here," The pencil-weilding hand lifts, tapping the end of the pencil against her temple. Instead of going back to her drawing, the Crewman watches Toby steadily, considering. Like she's working her way up to saying something. But doesn't, and eventually just reaches for her bottle of water.

"You walk into a locker or something then?" Toby asks, tilting his head fractionally to one side as he assess Niamh's responces. There's a faitn nod at the comment baout not sleeping, everyone seems to get phases like that from time to time and he just asks, "ghosts?" It's a simple enough word, but the meaning is gaining more nuances all the time it would seem. There's another pause before he eventually manages, "if someone is giving you trouble," a faint gesture towards her cheek, "tell someone okay? If not me then someone else. I don't care what you grew up believing was normal, don't just let yourself get beaten on."

"Probably… I don't remember. I get bruises all the time." Niamh shrugs, smiling. "I mean… in all fairness, I do bruise pretty easily, so." She takes a swig of water, still watching Toby. Her smile fades and she shakes her head, "Why would I tell you?" She actually snaps a little, "You'd probably just send some other stranger to come talk to me." Pretty inevitable that would come up. But Niamh seems more hurt than angry. Shaking her head, she looks away, pushing hair away from her face and setting her water aside in favour of her coffee.

Toby seems perhaps only half convinced, but he lets the matter drop for now. "Tell me, tell someone you trust," he replies as his posture stiffens slightly, "doesn't matter who, just that you trust them." Then, after a pause to sperate what he says next he adds in a slightly quieter voice, "you told me I reminded you of the person who nearly beat you to death. Not much I can do to help if there's that association, so yeah, I asked the person I just about trust most onboard to see if she could help." There's Dio, he's likely the person he trusts most, but not perhaps for this issue. "I asked if she could see about giving you a friendly ear if you needed it, but if you don't want it then that's your choice."

Niamh shakes her head, struggling with what to say. Eventually she sighs, "I shouldn't have said that." She says quietly. "It wasn't really a fair thing. You just… I'm not… not really good at talking about stuff. People already think I'm weird enough without adding my twisted world view into the mix. You're like Pop because it seems like you're just really angry all the time, and spend a lot of time beating people up." Her lips curl into a faint smile. "But… I know you're not him. You're not a bully. At least, not that I've seen." With a sigh, the pencil is tucked into her ponytail and the notebook flipped closed. The coffee is abandoned as she pushes to her feet, heading over to Toby. Green eyes fix on the graphic on his shirt, staring at it intensely while she works up the courage. A gloved hand reaches out, pauses, retracts slightly, then pushes forward again, tentatively taking his hand and giving it a quick squeeze before releasing it like a hot coal. "I know you're not Pop. And I'd rather talk to you. But only if you want me to, and only if you're going to talk back." This last is maybe a fraction pointed, considering he's usually pretty tight-lipped.

Toby keeps his mouth shut as Nimah talks, letting her finish before he makes any form of reply. Thats not to say the comment about him not being a bully doesn't get a faint nod, he tries not to be, although there might be some marines who judge differently. "There's some stuff I can't talk about," he offers straight up, "and some I've only just started talking to Wescott about and I've known her for over a year now. Some stuff though, yeah, there's some stuff we could talk about." Then the ever present disclaimer, "not right now though. I've stuff to do today that's going to require brainpower and a clearmind."

Niamh offers Toby a crooked little smile and takes that as her queue to back off. Stepping back, she nods to him. "Sure thing." There's a quick glance and a shrug, "We all have things we can't talk about." And despite his words she doesn't seem entirely convinced that he'd talk to her, anyway. But the smile shifts into something a bit more cheerful and she gives him a quick nod. Turning away, she returns to her position on the couch, picking up her notepad again and pulling the pencil from her hair.

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