Julian nodded quietly. Of course Miles was right, and Julian did want to tell him about it… but the whole thing was much easier said than done.
“Alright,” he took Miles’ graciously offered glass and brought it up to his lips, “but it’s complicated. And weird,” he paused.
Miles is a good friend, Julian told himself, taking a sip from his drink. He won’t judge me - and even if he does, he won’t let it show. Will he?
“And it’s not like it actually means anything, right?” he added nervously, “We all have strange thoughts from time to time. Remember that dream Jadzia had where she was turning us all into plants? It shouldn’t be taken seriously…” he knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop, “I mean really, do you think Jadzia sees us that way? Of course not. Just a little whimsical daydreaming, is all.”
As usual, Julian Bashir was rambling and when Julian Bashir rambled, Miles O’Brien tended to lose focus. Though he was his best friend, he had a tendency to talk in circles and he couldn’t even blame the Cardie for influencing Julian on that bit--Miles was almost certain that Julian came out of the womb rambling.
He leaned one cheek against his hand, his eyes narrowing with impatience as the words continued to spew out.
“So you’ve been having weird thoughts about someone,” he summarized as soon as he could get a word in. “Someone we both know.”
Miles paused, not really expecting Julian to do much more than continue his vomit of words when something disturbing clicked in his mind that made him almost spill the scotch he’d lifted up to drink. He licked off the droplet that strayed from his lips.
“Wait--just to be clear, these thoughts aren’t about me are they?”
