Julian sat in their quarters, working at his station. Â Garak walks in, an impish grin on his face.
Julian puts down his padd.
“Garak, what did you do?”
“My dear, what makes you think that I’ve done anything?”
Julian waited.
“Chief O’Brien and I had lunch.  He seems, shall we say, a little daft today.  I believe the strain of all those sleepless nights with Kiroyoshi has addled his brain.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Why, isn’t it obvious?  We’re babysitting tonight.”
Julian sighed. Â
“Garak, I have work to do.”
“Don’t worry, my darling. You’ll hardly even know that we’re here.”















