"What the frak is that supposed to mean?" Jake asked incredulously, working to keep his anger tapped down. "You think you're the only one who has issues in this fleet? We've all got issues."
He pushed off from the bulkhead and wandered closer. "I know you went through a lot of bad shit when Pullo was in charge, and you've never been quite the same since. I've cut you a lot of slack because of that, and I hoped that if you had a problem that you'd come to me about it."
"As for counseling sessions, I should have been informed about that when the Admiral ordered you to attend them. The only reason I would have been kept in the dark is if you asked her to....is there something you want to tell me?" His tone was harsh, with a bit of hurt mixed in.
Jilleen was his oldest surviving friend, and he'd put up with a lot of shit for that link to the past. But this slight had cut deeply.