Maybe authority was not the only thing a person could stand on.
“No, Petty Officer,” Davis said. “I’m asking you to stop before this becomes something none of us can undo.”
The words surprised him. They sounded older than he felt.
George turned slightly toward him, and for the first time since the encounter began, his expression changed.
Not much. Only a small tightening near the mouth, almost approval, almost sorrow.
Miller saw it too, and it stung him more than Davis’s interruption.
“You think this old man needs you to save him?” Miller asked.
Davis glanced at George, then at the pin, then at the trays cooling on nearby tables.
“No,” he said. “I think the rest of us need someone to say what we’re all seeing.”
That was the moment the room stopped belonging to Miller.
It did not shift dramatically. There were no cheers, no sudden speeches, no heroic music.
