Shell-shocked, Lee approached them. They were happy, cuddling in the morning cold as they walked. They didn't even notice him at first.

Lee gets up again. She lands several punches. So does he.

Kara woke up on the morning after Groundbreaking, her head on Lee's chest. She remembered what they'd done, and what they said. What Lee said. And what she said. And she made a choice, and she looked down at his body beneath hers, and she said goodbye, and she headed into town to get herself a husband. To make things simpler. She left him sleeping there, alone, exposed on a new world. Naked.

They're both bleeding now. His eyes are starting to cross. Her mouth is a wound.

Lee approached Sam and Kara, and she looked at him, sad and afraid: how far would he push it? Were they about to meet Brave New Lee, who screamed to the sky and felt love so deeply he couldn't help but howl? Or was it regular Lee Adama, who could suffer in silence and fear? Anders stepped forward, ecstatic. "Hey, man. Did you hear the news? We're hitched. We got married! Can you believe it?" Lee admitted that he couldn't believe it. He didn't let her eyes go but he didn't hear what they were saying: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "No, it was crazy. She comes down, and she wakes me up. She pops the question, she drags me down to the priest, and, bang, like that, we're married!" Lee trained his sights her again: "So it was your idea." Of course it was. He almost laughed. She nearly wept. "Yeah. It was my idea." Sam floated the idea of giving the two of them a minute to talk alone, but Lee nodded, put on his Apollo face, shook Sam's hand, congratulated him. Wished him luck. "You're gonna need it," he said, pushing past her. She felt him going.

Lee goes down, gets back up again.

Apollo ran to Dualla, kissing her on the wing of the Raptor in the sunlight. It was very romantic and lovely, that morning, but not as romantic as you might have thought.

The hits come slower and slower. Dualla watches. Kat screams, "Watch that pretty face!" But I honestly don't know which one she means. On Colonial Day, she wore a beautiful dress and smiled at him, clear and easy. The night before the settlement began, they took shots and ended up in bed together. She's bleeding, dukes up. They're both unsteady. She came back into his life, springing up at him from the floor, two years after Zak's funeral. She came back into Lee's life again and again and again; kicked him in the nads, shot him, disappeared again, waited until he was happy and content before she attacked again. She kissed Anders in front of him, a look of triumph on her face. The hits they're landing, when they connect at all, aren't anything. Token punches that say nothing. They fall into each other's arms, in the middle of the ring, covered in blood. When they rescued her off Caprica, Helo and Sharon in tow, she kissed him exuberantly and dared him, with her eyes and a funny grin. She teased him and said, again and again, "You love me! You love me! Lee Adama loves me!" And she knew what it meant, and he just thought it was obscene. It's not her that has problems delineating kinds of love: it's him. She doesn't have time for the categories. And after she shot him, when the Pegasus was nearly lost, he held her in his arms, just like this, and said, "Forever." Lee Adama loves Kara Thrace.