I'm angry because she wasn't honest with me the last time we spoke. Irate because she's definitely hiding something from me. Livid because I suspect that thanks to my inquiries, she won't request me as a partner for the next mission either, out of sheer stubbornness. Furious because, to top it all off, she's been avoiding me quite successfully since our brief conversation in the command centre and is therefore, for the very first time, really and truly staying away from me. But what even outshines all of those reasons is the fact that, meanwhile, I dream about her every fucking night. So clearly, so graphically, so vividly that after waking up it usually takes me several minutes before I'm able to shake off the unwelcome images.