"You are so... dense," Gar blurts and he so rarely gets angry. After everything Rachel had done to him and Jason had done to him they might had gotten him frustrated but he'd only ever actually fought with Rachel once and he's not sure they were even really fighting about what they were fighting about anyway.

Not that it matters anyway, he's probably never seeing her again. And everything's different now. Gar's different after this.

"That's not what I'm doing," Gar deflates and he just leans against the door instead of opening it, having turned around in time to see the way the other's fingers touched his lips. Gar could remember the press of them that second kiss.

"I shouldn't like you or care about you. You held me prisoner and pretended it was alright because I didn't want for anything. You gave me false choices of freedom when none of them would really make me free and I'm supposed to be grateful?"

Gar's arms were wrapped tight around himself then. "I'm not trying to destroy you or make you feel strange. I'm trying to make you a better leader becuase if you want to lead my people then I need you to be better."

Not that it matters because Dorrek always dismisses it and apparently takes it as a personal insult too. Gar rubs the material on his elbow and he looks anywhere but at Dorrek. "I didn't kiss you to make you feel strange. I kissed you because you make me feel so much and I shouldn't and I don't know what to do with all of it."