text; un: loveless

[limbical]

On a professional level:
unless it's an emergency, I'm not currently handling patients at this time
so if you have a general check up or you're worried about a rash or something seek out one of the other doctors
great we've got that squared away

Non-professional question:
what's waiting for you back in your home?
Family, friends, saving the world, a hot date?
just a bit of curiosity on my side
Cheers

Comments

[limbical]

it's better you didn't know. frankly, I'm relieved you didn't go.
I'd hate to think of what you could have experienced. i mean that.

I could have seen someone worse, I think.
yeah
I could think of a few people
but the person i encountered was a firm reminder of my situation. so I guess there's that

[shit. think. Peter wants so badly to be useful, but Daan would hate to appear undependable right now to him. Peter needs stability, not his rotten ass. denying him could be just as bad, though.]

I don't really cook so
those cans of soup would be fine
whatever kind I'm not picky

[possessum]

[ 'a firm reminder of my situation'.... He can't help wondering, tentatively, what kind of situation that might be. Peter isn't one to ask about personal things, to push — god, he of all people isn't. But it's... hard to just walk past it. Someone clearly having faced a lot of pain. ]

That fucking sucks
It must be someone you never wanted to see again

[ It's what he thinks, anyway, assuming it has to be something like that. It's how on the surface he feels about seeing memories of his family here again, wounds still so fresh and raw (he cries for his father and even his mother at night, and it all still feels like a nightmare.) That photo was.... cruel. He hates that he has it. He hates that he can't bring himself to tear it up, throw it away. ]

Yeah I can definitely do that
Though if you want me to I can just leave stuff outside your door
If you don't want to see anyone right now
I get that, too

Kind of fucked off for like three weeks straight

[limbical]

Yeah. basically.

[There is no love lost there, even if nothing else Pocketcat had been a consistent... something.]

Mostly i'd hate to be a bad impression right now.
I'm not the best person to be in company with

It's all right. you've clearly had a lot you had to process, Peter.
and despite my circumstances, if you needed me, I'd make an explicit exception for you.

[possessum]

That's okay
Sounds like you deserve to be fucked up for awhile

[ It's something he wishes.... maybe someone had told him. Back when things first happened. He wishes someone had just said it was okay for him to be fucked up. But no one had said anything. His dad's thin, watered, detached comfort. His mother's.... resentment. He just became numb in response to both of those things. Maybe he needed to have a fucking breakdown, or be bad company. ]

I'll be okay
My nose is healing up, I think. Doesn't look like I ran into the wall anymore

And the fact you're telling people this much at all instead of just... disappearing all of a sudden
Shows that you're a good doctor no matter what