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Roy listened, nodding. "Not good to keep emotions bottled up too long, I know...but it was probably wise to not open the floodgates out there. There was already a lot going on and there's a good chance that something would be misinterpreted...if it wasn't already..."
He put a hand to his cheek, rubbing absently at it as he thought. In a thought-filled, almost distracted tone, he continued, "I'm hardly the best choice for a relationship counselor...the Corps has been my life for the past twenty-some-odd years, and the only relationship worth speaking about that I had in that time ended with a lot of awkward distance, and I'm not sure why. So take anything I say with a hefty grain of salt, here, because I may be talking out of my ass and not know any better..." He shrugged.
"Seems to me, though, the biggest thing is to figure out why you had that particular reaction to that news..." He snorted softly, adding, "The confusion, I understand...I mean, Zob's been on this boat for years, and while he's been sociable enough for most of the time, he hasn't really shown any inclination toward that kind of a social life. The hurt, though...that's the puzzle." While he hadn't had any sort of relationship counseling training, he had occasion in his past to talk young Marines through various moral and social quandaries...so he defaulted to taking a tactical view of things.
"Anything in your past caused anything remotely similar?" Without really waiting for an answer, he added, "Anything about hearing they were dating that should cause you any sort of pain, resentment...jealousy...?" He was struggling to think of emotions that he'd ever heard described as that combination of pain and cold, sinking feelings...but his emotional lexicon was pretty limited.