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Propinquity
Gibbs came across as a bastard all the time, but the truth was he wasn’t a bad man despite how frequently he had to hold the hard line and take all the possibly career killing cases. His blue eyes carried sadness more frequently than anything else. He missed his girls fiercely. Even when they were alive he rarely shared propinquity with them.
Loneliness surrounded him not by choice, but by fate. He knew how he came across to others and that many hated him, but he had a job to do and he did it well. If vengeance was needed, he made sure it happened. He sought justice for all the dead military men that landed in their laps and strove to hide his pain as he took it one day at a time.
