Apollo hadn't said anything when they'd arrived for the briefing, a bit breathless, with a good centon to spare. He'd barely even glanced at them... barely, unless you were the recipient of that glance. If you were, as Starbuck was, and if you knew him, as Starbuck did, you knew better. For green eyes, they could be very cold.
Starbuck almost wished Apollo had said something.
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