At least if Garak was around, Julian would have one of his own friends. As it is, the Chief and Worf both don't so much as know his name. It's rather distressing, once one stops trying to drown themselves in a shot glass to think about it. Also, you and Garak arguing is a sight to behold, rather entertaining, actually.

Also, shocking that, people not taking kindly to being ruled over with terror and starved and worked to death. Julian experienced a handful of days of the same sort of treatment, any more and he'd be right there alongside them.

"Well, from what I hear he should be blaming Q. And I wish you and he luck with holding him accountable for anything."

How many of Ziyal's birthdays did you miss, again? And good luck making them up to her now.

He needed another drink after that particularly dark thought, but the synthehol suddenly was not half as appealing as it used to be. Considering it wasn't that appealing to begin with, Julian just sighs and sets it aside.

"How is the red leaf tea, anyway?"