There are photos, Ice agreeing to so many photos with newly minted graduates and Bradley lets them all go, fights his way through the crowds to find Mav. He and Ice can stage photos later, there will always be times when they’re in uniform. Just the fact that they’re here is more than enough and he’s so happy that he has had them supporting him every step of the way.
“Captain Mitchell.”
“Midshipman Bradshaw. Congratulations. Your father would be very proud. I flew with him you know?”
Bradley blinks.
Blinks again.
Hopes his internal dialogue somehow is being telepathically beamed into Mav’s head.
You are such a dick. Hopefully his expression does enough to convey his exasperation.
“Really? I didn’t know that sir.”
Mav gives him a shit-eating grin and Bradley wishes Ice were there to hit him around the head. Not that he would, not in this setting, but damn he sees why Ice is always so tempted.
(Updating AO3 and re-reading SoS chapter 5...)
