I'd drifted over to the little alcove to retrieve a cup of coffee, but I spin when he reassigns me. My heart's in my throat for a second, but then he elaborates and I dash back over to stand in front of his desk.
"You mean it? Really?"
I'm not hugely optimistic, I've been trying to figure out my Weak Point in vain for thirteen years. But even the little show of support...
I raise a hand. "Don't thank me yet. You may not find a workable solution, and you know the realities. You know being in the field isn't exactly a walk in the park."
But I can't help smile, a little, at his enthusiastic gratitude.
Good, he's still optimistic but quieter, now. I don't want him going in there tomorrow expecting to find some perfect solution, then mooning around for days because he hasn't.
He's a good kid. They all are. But they're *kids*, who let things affect them too much.
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Date: 2012-10-09 12:37 am (UTC)"You mean it? Really?"
I'm not hugely optimistic, I've been trying to figure out my Weak Point in vain for thirteen years. But even the little show of support...
"Merci, commandant, merci beaucoup!"
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Date: 2012-10-09 11:00 am (UTC)But I can't help smile, a little, at his enthusiastic gratitude.
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Date: 2012-10-09 10:13 pm (UTC)"Oui, oui, I know." I glance up at him again and then offer a salute. "But still. Thank you for the opportunity."
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Date: 2012-10-10 12:58 am (UTC)He's a good kid. They all are. But they're *kids*, who let things affect them too much.