William T. Spears (
dead_serious) wrote in
thedispatch2021-02-14 12:37 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
Thorns
[ 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?
no subject
[ There's the usual adjustment to his frames as he thinks on this entire ordeal. ]
As you boss, and as a friend.
no subject
[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.
no subject
Perhaps I should have stated so a long time ago.
no subject
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.]