There's something about sitting alone in a Raptor in the dark emptiness of space that takes your breath away. He's not sure if it's from the fear of the Cylons or from the beauty of sitting alone among a thousand stars. He has a lot of time on his hands, and he has a book to read, but his mind slips to Laura, without it even meaning to. The way her eyes light up when she smiles, her smooth voice, her indomitable spirit. He imagines them, suddenly, lips pressed together, bodies flush against each other, eyes closed, because they have already memorized each other's faces. He shakes it away, remembering she doesn't think of him like that.
Not like he thinks of her.
Which is okay. He doesn't mind that. He's a strategic man, a military man, and he knows when he's fighting a losing battle.
Actually, she taught him that.