Lee rolled over in bed and let his arm flop over Kestra. She grunted and threw his arm back over to his side of the bed. This caused Lee to open his eyes with a furrowed brow.
"Hey," he complained sleepily, "what was that for?" Kestra smirked, her eyes still closed feigning sleep.
"My side," she said. Lee raised his brow and chuckled.
"Oh really," he said as he rolled completely over onto her side so that he was straddling her and had pinned her arms to her sides. She failed her arms and laughed.
"Not fair," she whined as she tried to wriggle out from underneath him, but he lowered himself, so she was pinned between him and the bed. Kestra finally stopped struggling and opened her eyes for the first time that morning. She smiled up at him.
"Good morning," he said with a triumphant smirk. She responded by hitting him in the face with her pillow. This successfully surprised him and caused him to fall to his right slightly. She took advantage of this and rolled over so that he'd fallen onto his back and she was now positioned over top of him.
"Good morning," she said sweetly and kissed the tip of his nose. She then rolled off of him and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Before she could walk away, Lee wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her to the side of the bed. "We're not going to get much done today if we never get out of bed," she said as if she was scolding a child.
"So we'll get nothing done. I don't see a problem here," Lee said as he pulled himself up to sit behind her and rest his chin on her shoulder.
"You have more training drills to run, and I have to convince your father to allot more supplies to the refugees down by the hangar deck," she said.
"Why do you have to do that?" he asked.
"Because in the absence of a job or purpose aboard this ship, I have taken it upon myself to be an advocate for the refugees whom I am sure your father wishes were not aboard as much as they wish it themselves," she said.
"Well you have to admit," he said leaning around to look her in the eye, "they are in the way down there."
"They have nowhere else to go, Lee. They don't want to be in the way. They're stuck there, and you're stuck with them. You could try being a little more courteous," she said reproachfully. Lee kissed her cheek and swung his legs around to slide off the bed.
"You're right," he said as he walked toward the locker, "but you're never gonna convince the deckhands or the pilots that they're anything more than a nuisance." Kestra groaned as she flopped back down onto the bed. "Hey, what happened to getting out of bed?" Kestra stuck her head up to glare at Lee before dropping it back down onto the mattress.
"You've convinced me," she said, "it's futile. I should just stay in bed and do nothing all day."
"Hey," he said, pulling a shirt over his head, "if I have to go out and do drills, then you don't just get to lay in bed all day." Kestra sat up and slid off the bed.
"Fine," she said, "but not because you said so. I'm getting up because I told Cally I'd watch Nicky later, so I might as well be productive before that." Lee chuckled.
"Whatever you need to tell yourself," he teased. She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the lockers and started getting dressed.
"Have you talked to Starbuck lately?" she asked. Lee turned around, startled at the sudden change in topic.
"Yeah, I'm the CAG. I talk to her every day," he said.
"No, I mean a real conversation," she said. Lee paused to think about it.
"I don't think I've really talked to her since the wedding," he admitted.
"I think you should," Kestra said, "she's been having a really rough time since the occupation. Sam says she's been distant and won't talk to him about any of it. Maybe she'd open up to you." Lee arched his brow.
"You think Sam would want Kara to open up to me about what happened on New Caprica?" he asked skeptically.
"I think Sam would want to help her, and if you can help her I think he'd appreciate that," she said.
"I don't think she'll open up to anyone babe. She's kept to herself since it happened. The only person she seems to get along with anymore is Tigh, which is ridiculous in itself," he said.
"She needs somebody she can talk to Lee," Kestra insisted.
"Kara's not like that. If she doesn't want to talk to Sam about it, she won't want to talk to me. Sam was down there on the planet. I wasn't," he argued. Kestra shook her head.
"But you've known her longer. There may be things she's unwilling to share with Sam, and it doesn't mean she loves him any less. There are things about my past I wouldn't necessarily discuss with you, because they're not things we've shared. I'm just saying, she may be more comfortable talking about certain things with you," Kestra insisted.
"Since you obviously feel strongly about this, I'll talk to her," Lee said, "but I can't promise she'll cooperate."
"Just be there for her," Kestra said, "it's up to her to accept it." Lee nodded.
"Well I've gotta go. These pilots will never fly as a unit if we don't clean up these flight patterns."
"Good luck," Kestra said as she kissed him goodbye, "I'll see you for dinner."
"See you," Lee responded. He walked to the door and turned around. "Thank you," he said, "for caring about Kara. I know the two of you haven't really gotten along, but I'm glad you want to help her."
"I know she went through hell on New Caprica, and I wouldn't wish that upon anyone, not even Starbuck," Kestra said seriously, "now go kick some imaginary cylon butt." Lee smirked and kissed her once more before leaving the room.
