His shoulders slumped; he undid the buttons at the top of his Captain's uniform. He was walking the same walk he'd made for over a year now.
He found himself emotionally drained every time he stood at the window. Tonight will be no different. He felt it deep within his gut.
Frustration and agony were his friends. They were with him ever since Sharon had known that the Brother was a Cylon. She'd wanted the Cylons to find them.
But he held out hope. Hope because she wouldn't do them in by her own hand. Hope because maybe, just maybe, she still felt the same love for him that she had professed to him not so long ago.
So he stood there, on the outside. He knew what the Admiral had asked of her. He had known what was coming the minute they had jumped as the Basestars came into Dradis range.
It hurt. It hurt so badly. Despite the strong façade he presented while on duty, he ached for her. He ached for the loss of their baby, and for the trust that had died that day with her.
He watched as she turned away from him. He yelled and banged on the glass, over and over and over again. He thought he'd finally reached her when she turned back toward him. And then she smiled.
For the first time since their days on Caprica, Helo knew fear.