Gil/Scott "I'm worried about you"
im finally on the computer, bless. also i accidentally exited out the first time i wrote this out and i.... nearly cried
“I’m worried about you,” Gil says. Scott’s smiles haven’t been reaching his eyes lately, and those dark circles seem to have gotten bigger. The other’s have raised their own concerns about the state of their Pathfinder, but Gil’s the one who’s going to take some initiative.
“I’m fine.” Scott gives him one of those empty smiles. It breaks Gil’s heart.
He shakes his head. “No, you’re not, Scott. I can tell. How much sleep have you been getting?” Gil supposes there’s some sort of irony in the way that he’s questioning the amount of rest Scott’s been getting. When Scott doesn’t answer, his eyes narrow.
Scott seems ready to make an excuse before seeing the look on Gil’s face. “...I’m sorry,” he sighs out, “I just didn’t want you to worry. Although it seems like that didn’t work.”
“You think?” Gil laughs mirthlessly. “If you need to talk to someone, I’m here for you, Ryder. Always.”
He’s almost surprised when Scott rushes in to envelop him in a hug.