They aren't friends, but they aren't enemies. I know that the bond between Raul and Daedalus goes deeper than comrades, but I can't place a finger on what it is.
That strange girl seems to understand. Each day, she looks more and more like Real Mayor. I cannot understand it. I once asked Raul who she was.
"Nobody," said Raul, as though the answer was a simple fact I should have grapsed. But in truth, I think it's part of what connects Raul and Daedalus.
The young Doctor seems to be the person Raul has come to confide in. I don't know how to put it. It's usually just a lot of yelling whenever the two meet, but it seems to be therapeutic for both of them. Humans are so hard to understand.
Daedalus tries to get Raul's attention sometimes. He doesn't understand that Raul is already paying attention; already listening. He needs proof. So he mocks Raul, just to watch Raul get angry. But it's a response. And maybe it's the one Daedalus wants. I do not know. All I know is that Raul seems to spend more time with Daedalus regularly than anyone else. He's moody and fickle, but he's yet to cast Daedalus aside. I wonder what that means.
Daedalus is always giving Raul things. Glimpses at different sides of him, a knowing smile, responses that never fail to ignite Raul's passion. Daedalus is always giving gifts to Raul, but Raul has yet to notice. It's strange. He notices everything else about the Doctor. The times he brings me along for a visit with Daedalus, it surprises me how well the two know each other. Last time I was there, Daedalus handed Raul a specialized report without Raul having to ask. Then Daedalus brought Raul a drink of sparkling water with a touch of champagne. I wondered briefly if he was trying to butter Raul up, but no request came.
Another thing that surprises me is how comfortable they both are when the conversation dies. They don't say a thing, but they both seem to be communicating somehow. I will never be able to understand the connection between to humans, but this... You can practically see it.
"Raul," said Daedalus. "Is it true that if you can't sing, you can't play the piano?"
It's the subtle questions like that that make me think. How well do these two know each other? Daedalus doesn't even care when he gets a half hour answer. It's like he knew he would, but didn't really care anyways. It's a strange sort of tolerance that's between those two. And unbreakable bond, formed of flesh and blood.
I wonder if that flesh will ever tear.