"Lieutenant Colonel Zolnerowich."
Gus closes the door behind him quietly. He considers taking a seat but remains standing.
"I wanted to apologise for my attitude when you congratulated me for the promotion and medal. I should have been more grateful, receiving praise. I am uncomfortable receiving recognition for doing my job."
He shifts his weight between feet uncomfortably before continuing."
"That wasn't the reason, though. I may not agree with Major Kirves but I have respect for him despite his... shortcomings. The disaster at Tocatlan forced him into a position he wasn't ready for, and despite having the ability to retreat from combat with the Fenrir he did not and has not. He has a desire to improve himself and his command abilities, and while he is no Bell and certainly no Geary, with help he can be who Mjolnir needs him to be. I would hope you could teach him what he needs,"
He takes a breath, unconsciously putting his left hand over his stitches. Something is oozing from the wound, and the gauze is damp.
"as well as myself. Tocatlan showed me how vulnerable we were and I don't want to be unprepared if the time comes."