It’s Cold Outside
Gavyn wasn’t going to press further about Mikey’s private romantic life; divorced was enough of an answer. He didn’t personally know a lot about relationships, but he knew enough to know that ‘divorced’ rarely means ‘but we’re still good friends.’ Usually there was a lot of negative feelings still involved, and it was probably best he avoid that topic if he wanted the Medic to stick around a little longer. Maybe they should talk more about his daughter, that topic seemed safe enough.
He smiled and shook his head, “No no, no one back in Russia for me, just my parents.” It’s always just been him and his parents, or rather, him and his mother. It’s not as though a man of his age hadn’t had previous relationships, while off for school he’d met a few people he shared a dinner and night with, had a couple of romantic partners, but nothing that had held long.
Looking into his coffee cup, Gavyn noticed he didn’t have much left, a swallow or two, small mugs didn’t do much for his size. Perhaps, if Michael wasn’t interested in sticking around the christmas party, they could go the medbay, perhaps Michael needed help. “Are you staying here long? At Christmas party?”
Even with his companion’s current lack of a love life, it was somewhat of a relief just to have his own off the table for discussion. It wasn’t that he hadn’t yet gotten over the woman, it had been nearly five years since their separation, but rather his bitterness for the affair came from his security of his daughter. Luckily, Elise seemed to hold little to no memory of her mother, having been too young to truly be impacted by the abandonment, and thus the relationship became even more of distant ghost with little to no power to haunt them.
From what little time he had spent with the Russian during work, the man seemed like he would make a rather caring husband one day, always the first to willingly help out with chores when everyone else had dispensed for the day. With the money they were making it would be easy to provide for a family long after retirement, at least for those who were able to make it that long. Being a single-father made even the thought of dating rather difficult, even if he actually wanted to date, his career taking up the rest of the time his family didn’t, and his research consuming whatever was left.
“Hm, nein, I had only really come to refill meinen coffee.” Speaking of which, he should probably get back to his paperwork while he still had the caffeinated boost to keep him going. His own mug was looking rather depleted at this point having spent so much time talking with his teammate, and it would probably be best to get a refill on that refill before he left. He moved to grab the coffee pot, seeming to not catch any hint of what the Heavy was looking to ask. “I should probably getting back now, excuse me.”