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“Do you want to talk about it? Or is it...?” A particular look was given. Concern above all.
“Did something happen? Or you just couldn't sleep?” A genuine question, pouring it into the cup hopefully to Vickie's preference.
“hey,” she says softly, voice lower now, stripped of most of the joke but not the warmth. “you getting rambly around me isn’t a flaw. it’s… kind of my favorite thing.” her eyes stay on vickie. open, a little vulnerable in a way she doesn’t offer often. ———
“mm,” she hums quietly, eyes dropping to her hands. “not a long day. more like… a rough few years.” the words slip out before she can reroute them into something lighter, safer. she swallows, then adds quickly, like she’s worried she’s said too much,———
she lets out a weak laugh that turns into a soft cough, immediately mortified by both. “oh—yeah. absolutely. following you. pretending things,” she says quickly, nodding like that will help her brain catch up. “i am excellent at pretending people didn’t just say very kind,———
her breath hitches just a little at the touch, eyes flicking up. “wow,” she murmurs, very serious despite the faint smile tugging at her mouth. “okay. hypothetically, that patient would like it noted that this feels suspiciously like a trap. but one she is absolutely willing ——
“under supervision,” she repeats slowly, suspicious. “that sounds fake and threatening.” she sniffles, then sighs, “hypothetically! what if the patient is very brave, very ill, and extremely open to being supervised as long as it involves soup and zero responsibilities.”
Yeah, easily done. Preparing a cup right away, so Vickie can take a seat to wait!