Notes of the Author: A short angsty dabble that is only 156 words long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Enterprise or its crew or anything. They all belong to whoever owns them.

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He knew he blamed him.

He knew, not thought. Not theorized. He knew.

He knew from the staleness that was now between them. He knew by the look in his eyes.

Their friendship was over and done with. Nothing but something from the past that had been left behind.

And he knew that he blamed him for it.

"Commander."

He doesn't call him Trip anymore, nor Charles, not even Tucker. Just Commander. Always Commander.

"Sir."

And he called him Sir or Captain. He always had since they started this damn journey. Since he became the Captain of the Starship Enterprise...Not Jon, or Jonny-Boy has he had fondly called him in their Academy days. He didn't call him Arch has he did when they first became officers, or Archie has he did when they were drunk.

Their friendship had long since been over.

And he knew he blamed him, just as he knew that he blamed him.

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