William T. Spears (
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thedispatch2021-02-14 12:37 pm
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[ William stands in the senior doctor's office, Alan sitting in the chair beside him. They've just been informed on how dire the attack Alan suffered by the desperate woman's record will be upon him. William simply nods in understanding, turning from the doctor and offering Alan a hand to stand. With Alan being both mentally and physically exhausted from the event, William makes the decision to teleport them to his office. Better to make it easy on the younger reaper and avoid any interaction with the other members of Dispatch while they can. ]
Take a seat, Humphries.
[ William does, as well, quietly observing him from his own seat behind his desk. ]
How are you feeling?
Take a seat, Humphries.
[ William does, as well, quietly observing him from his own seat behind his desk. ]
How are you feeling?
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[ William knows he's not one to lie, but if no one's aware of the situation to begin with, then there's no need to try and make up excuses for it. Things should be fine for the time being.
After a decent bout if silence, the next question out of Williams mouth may be a bit out if nowhere. ]
Will you be wanting to change the form of your scythe?
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However -
After this perhaps something a bit different would be wise. Something that would give him space between the person he was reaping and himself. ]
I want something like yours perhaps not as advanced, though. While I like your scythe I feel the simpler the better - less moving parts and things for me to worry about maintaining. Perhaps just a blade on a longer pole?
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A bit absurd to have to take refuge away from a film reel. However, it was the main reason I decided on the form of mine.
[ A bit of PTSD from the event, too. ]
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[ There's a small inhale an a shaky exhale. He hates this. He's used to being in control and things were going so well in his life as a reaper. ]
When I have to go back to the infirmary for these check-ups they were talking about will you go with me? I can make sure to go before work hours or after so it doesn't interfere with anything.
[He just really doesn't want to do this alone and William is literally the only person alive that might understand what he feels right now even if it was only a slim sliver. ]
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[ Maybe he can learn how to console people as a result, too! ]
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[He doesn't want to do this alone but he doesn't want to worry anyone. William already knows so it's not an additional burden and he needs to be kept aware of what was happening. That was a least how Alan was justifying what he felt was perhaps selfishly asking his boss to come with him to these things.]
That's a fair point, too. Are you sure that that's, okay? It won't be a bother?
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[ There's the usual adjustment to his frames as he thinks on this entire ordeal. ]
As you boss, and as a friend.
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[His expression softens. Maybe he's just sentimental or maybe he's too emotional, too tired; too worn by the whole affair but he's taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes with his hand. His eyes are dry and scratchy, he has no tears left but that doesn't stop him from needing to wipe at his eyes.]
As my boss and my friend. I think that might be the nicest thing you'd said to me yet.
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Perhaps I should have stated so a long time ago.
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Don't worry about that. You've said it now and I've gotten to hear it. That's all that matters.
[Finishing cleaning his lenses he slips them back in place neatly refolding that handkerchief that he offers back to his senior. There were so many things he hadn't said himself and now well - Was there a point? He didn't think so. It would only hurt people in the end.]