Callen, G. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} g_callen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
G listened to the diatribe and then just shook his head. "And see, there again, you prove you're not listening to a word I've said. I don't dislike you or like you. I dislike your attitude tonight. I'm also not telling you how to live your life. I don't actually care as long as you have one to live.
"What I do care about," he continued calmly, "is seeing that you're trained well enough to survive to make your jokes. I don't joke about training. Whether that makes me a dickhead or a bad leader or anything else of which you want to accuse me, that's your opinion and I don't really care if you like me, either. But, maybe, just maybe, you might want to consider that I wouldn't have concerns about you taking things seriously if, instead of joking about bloody and cool, or telling me something's boring, you'd just said, hey, let me show you what I've been working on instead." He nodded toward the rocks. It still wasn't the same precision as the control he'd need to tie his shoes, but it was more than G'd known when they started this little adventure. "Then we wouldn't have to have a tete-a-tete in the middle of a cow pasture and we could have finished the real work we were discussing back there."
Heading for the truck, stared at Bolton a moment before opening the door. "I wasn't blaming you for Hetty, Bolton. No matter what happened, there's always a choice and Hetty made hers."