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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[devoutish]

Most of that's not likely to happen, here.

[nursetemple]

Oh, I know. Thinking about it makes me feel a little better, though. And some of it could happen.

[devoutish]

Do you think of home often?

[nursetemple]

Yeah, of course. I miss it. I miss everything about it. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy our time together - especially in private, but. Yeah, I constantly think about home.

[devoutish]

Mm.

It's been a long day, yeah? I'm not much in the mood for flirting.

[He'd rather talk about their homes, honestly.]

[nursetemple]

Believe it or not, I was just stating a fact for once, not flirting.

[Not that he's much for flirting most of the time anyway.]

I can let you go rest.

[devoutish]

[On his end, he rubs a hand down his face.]

That wasn't an insult or a dismissal.

[nursetemple]

Didn't take it as such, but you said you were tired.

[She chuckles, briefly.]

You asked me once if I was insecure. I'm not. I'm a grown ass woman with a very demanding, rewarding job. I can be hot, when I want to be. I know myself, what I like and don't like. I'm not going to cry myself to sleep if the guy I had sex with once wants to go rest instead of flirting with me. I'm also not a passive-aggressive person. If I was annoyed, I'd tell you. All right?

[devoutish]

I don't want to flirt. That doesn't mean I don't want to talk.

[nursetemple]

[Ahh, communication. If only he said what he meant, instead of just fragments.

She almost says that, but then bites her tongue.]

I can talk. I can't go to sleep yet anyway.

[devoutish]

Yeah. And, listen, Claire - you don't have to try as hard as you do. Relax a bit; be yourself.

[nursetemple]

[She doesn't reply for a long time. If she wasn't earlier, now she feels insulted.]

In what way have I made you think I wasn't myself?

[devoutish]

You do not seem secure. And it's no wonder, here. But you don't need to always ask me if I'd rather you go. I do enjoy your company.

[nursetemple]

I just don't want to encroach on much needed rest. It's not a knock on myself. Especially after today, I'm just - exhausted.

[She runs a hand through her hair.]

But - consider it duly noted. What have you got on your mind? Home?

[devoutish]

Always. Yeah. We would have celebrated Purim a few days ago.

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[jumpthegun]

[That's honestly a bit of a confusing sentiment.]

He has his reasons. And I've done enough to make him mistrust me.

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[devoutish]

All of which would be a valid argument if he was involved in this in any way.

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[jumpthegun]

[John massages his temple on the side that isn't covered in a bandage for the moment.]

Can we table this argument? Please? My face hurts. A lot.

[A cheap way to side-step this, but he does have meds he can take, his own narcotics from back when his leg was a mess. He'd found those going through his stocks and realized he hadn't even really needed to ask Sherlock for morphine.]

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[devoutish]

Mm.

[That's as much of an answer as you're going to get, Watson.]

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[jumpthegun]

I'll talk to you later, Alfie.

[nursetemple]

I have never heard of that holiday. Tell me about it?

[devoutish]

It's a festival of joy.

[And so he sounds a little wry when he talks about it now.]

We celebrate being saved from a Persian vizier who was gonna slaughter all the Jews in the kingdom.

[nursetemple]

Oh. Well.

[She bites lightly on one of her nails, worrying at it.]

I'd say you should be spreading that around on the network, try and cheer people up, but that's not really your style.

[devoutish]

I don't think it would matter to the rest of them. We've only got one other Jew here.

[nursetemple]

I don't know. I think any occasion to celebrate something that isn't doom and gloom might be appreciated.

There's got to be ways to balance things. I feel like some people - understandably - get so down on themselves that they can't see anything good anymore. Think there is none. No joy, no love, no friendship, no hope.

[She pauses, her voice soft when she speaks next.]

I want to cling to some of the good, you know? And I'm sure I'm not the only one. But there has to be some light somewhere, sometimes.