She tells Gaius she missed him, and he breathes, "You look amazing." He steps in a little close, and you can see her react, but she smiles. She clearly loves him. "I can't believe," he says, reaching out to touch her face, "how real you are." And, like, right then: creepy. "Thanks for marveling at how 'real' I am. You haven't been screwing any imaginary versions of me behind my back, have you?" He gets closer, clearly intending to kiss her, and she backs up, asking what he thinks he's doing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since the second I left the Pegasus," he murmurs, doing that one-track thing that is very sexy if you're feeling it, and creepy as hell if you're not. She's not. Obviously. He continues along this line for awhile ("I can't get you out of my head," "I can't help myself," et cetera) and she continues to fight off his advances. He finally kisses her, and she bites his lip, pushing him away. He falls to the bed and she breaks away, hands everywhere in the air. There's blood on his fingers. He apologizes, and it's pretty cool, because she just levels with him that it's not time yet -- she's not ready. There's not a lot of hysterics, and she doesn't so much apologize for biting him or flinging him, just tells him where they stand. I hate his ass. That's where we stand right now.
He takes it further: "So, is there any reason in particular for inviting me around here?" You mean, other than the sex we're not going to be having? Gross me out. "Because you saved me. Let me save you." He gets petulant, not only because she turned him down -- it's Gaius, her very compelling reasons for not getting physical don't actually apply if he's horny -- but because it's a very Sixy thing for her to say. "Oh, here we go again. What are you talking about?" She explains that the Fleet is in big trouble, people turning on each other, mistrust of the military once he's President, she tells him, she can turn the people against Adama, "paving the way for the Cylons to save us." God knows what she means by that, but as usual, he doesn't bother asking. He weighs the possibilities: sell out humanity -- again -- to be with Six, or else, you know, stick with humanity. "I know it's hard, but it's the only way." I love Gina. I love how different she is from the regular Six, but how the Six stuff is slowly reasserting itself even in her broken, atheist form: you know the first thing our Six would do if she were in hiding on the Pegasus with no Ernestine around is start a bloody revolution. Even just for the hell of it. Gaius thinks and thinks, and then looks down at the blood on his fingers. He looks sad, and hurt, and infantile. He glances over at that sketch pad. "No. No. I am not who you think I am." He starts gathering his stuff, getting more and more pissed about how no matter which Six it is, they just dick him around and use him and he's got a six-month case of blue balls with occasional Starbuck, whom I would imagine is a fairly disappointing substitute if Six is what you're after. He gets that crazy look he gets. "And I will not be responsible for the destruction of mankind." The irony, as usual, escapes him.