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My warden wishes for me to inform you that I felt a sudden and acute tiredness despite the requisite amount of sleep when last he and I spoke.
He asks that if you do not have ideas, I am to schedule a visit to the infirmary.
He asks that if you do not have ideas, I am to schedule a visit to the infirmary.
He's asked John to let him surprise Sheehan on his own this morning, so it's just the two of them when they do wake up. And so Arthur immediately rolls over and curls up around his husband, half-clambering on him like a sleepy koala to press a few kisses on his forehead.
"Morning, love."
"Morning, love."
Edited 2025-03-24 01:40 (UTC)
Les? You know what's weirdly unfair?
When you kinda want to make out with your therapist, but you know you can't.
Because you know. Ethics.
When you kinda want to make out with your therapist, but you know you can't.
Because you know. Ethics.
Got a favour to ask, when you got a minute.
[A beat.]
Isn't important, so, no rush.
[A beat.]
Isn't important, so, no rush.
Doctor Sheehan? Do you have a moment? I noticed your name was mentioned when it came to David.
When Sheehan gets home later, Arthur's on the couch going through the bestiary still, two abandoned cups of tea on the table and a distracted glare on his face as he's reading, like he can intimidate the book into giving up whatever secrets he's after.
So distracted, in fact, that he doesn't even react at all when Sheehan does come in.
So distracted, in fact, that he doesn't even react at all when Sheehan does come in.
Sheehan?
[Her voice sounds very soft. The tone is all off though.]
I'm with Max. He attacked someone. I've healed the worst of the damage.
We're in the hallway of the fourth floor.
He needs you, Lester.
[Her voice sounds very soft. The tone is all off though.]
I'm with Max. He attacked someone. I've healed the worst of the damage.
We're in the hallway of the fourth floor.
He needs you, Lester.
[Every week, Thrawn dutifully shows up at Sheehan's door for therapy. He answers questions but does not extrapolate, treating these sessions more like interviews or interrogations than any desire to express himself deeper.
In one of these sessions, he settles his hands on his knees, addressing Sheehan directly]
You spoke once of the ability to end these sessions if rapport is not established. At the next possible convenience, I would like you to formally end these, and report back to my warden that we have ceased communication attempts.
In one of these sessions, he settles his hands on his knees, addressing Sheehan directly]
You spoke once of the ability to end these sessions if rapport is not established. At the next possible convenience, I would like you to formally end these, and report back to my warden that we have ceased communication attempts.
For Sheehan and Max, it's pretty simple.
Max feels the urge to go see Sheehan, so he does. It's not when he usually leaves his room or the library or the maintenance office, but it ain't like he's getting paid. So he's going to go see Sheehan. It's up in the art gazebo, more exposure than he's used to doing, but he figures as long as he goes quick it won't be that big of a deal.
Hence showing up and, without much ado, heading over to his warden, sitting on the ground, and leaning back against his side.
Max feels the urge to go see Sheehan, so he does. It's not when he usually leaves his room or the library or the maintenance office, but it ain't like he's getting paid. So he's going to go see Sheehan. It's up in the art gazebo, more exposure than he's used to doing, but he figures as long as he goes quick it won't be that big of a deal.
Hence showing up and, without much ado, heading over to his warden, sitting on the ground, and leaning back against his side.
Hey Les. Just wanted to give you a heads up in case you were wondering where I was later.
[Her voice was very soft. In the background was drunken breathing and...purring?]
Varker fell asleep very drunk, and I'm keeping an eye on him. Don't want him to throw up while sleeping.
[Her voice was very soft. In the background was drunken breathing and...purring?]
Varker fell asleep very drunk, and I'm keeping an eye on him. Don't want him to throw up while sleeping.
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