"Let's talk about Tory," Chip repeats himself. "Because we both know where this is heading. You like her, don't you?" And Gaius does a hilarious Krakow/Catalano thing where it's like he's been shocked back into latency and is so entranced by...himself...that he is just giving this performance for Chip's benefit. You know? Not like a gay thing -- well, kinda -- but like he doesn't really care about girls one way or the other, and Chip's pushing him into it. I'm not explaining it very well. Wikipedia latency, I guess. "Yeah well you know she's um she's a sexy lady end of line," he basically stammers. ("Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?") Chip's like, "Yeah, buddy," indicating he needs more heteronormalization from Real at this time. "You know...hot?" This whole bit is like in Forty Year Old Virgin when he's explaining what breasts feel like. "You slay me, you really do, Gaius," says Chip, and practically nuzzles him. "She's more than all these things. She's special. And you feel it." They both nod: "Fragile." Baltar congratulates the Chip Gaius on noticing that, calls him observant, and then they both meditate on it for awhile. "Handle with care," Chip murmurs, and -- I would ask how much is theatre at this point, except if you're getting gay with yourself, that's not really gay, so...I don't know, Gaius Baltar has officially blown my mind -- Gaius allows as how he'd love to handle Tory with care. Little does he know just how big that job might be.
ODES IN THE FIFTH STASIMON
(In which Mommy and Daddy fight terribly, Brother and Sister do not, and the Major gets a three-hour Handjob in the Apollo Suit, which is at this time an actual Suit, for hopefully the last time.)
Adama's on a bender, pouring himself a drink and coughing on the bitterness of it, long after the rest of the party has gone home. Laura sits at the desk in this loittle home they've made, this little cabin in the wilderness, and snorts at him. "What do we do now? Put her on trial? Find Romo Lampkin?" The disgust in her voice there is awesome and hilarious. "Take a show of hands? Follow her into an ambush?" Adama replies, not really to anything in particular, that Kara's driven. Hoping, maybe, that Roslin will realize this makes them sisters and not enemies, but Laura's not interested in bagpipes right now. "Yeah. You gonna keep waltzing, or are you gonna sit down and talk? What's going on? Sit." It's harsh but still loving; there's an edge on it that still has love in it.