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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[peacemongering]

I cannot risk outing this person until I know for certain that their potential for violence here is real. As I said before, previously this person could be reasoned with to prevent these outbursts. If I fail in attempting to defuse the situation, I promise that I will provide their name.

[A pause. A soft sigh.]

Especially with no other suggestions. It's my responsibility.

[devoutish]

Mm-- I could come, then, if we're close enough.

[devoutish]

It is not. Make no fucking mistake, we're all stuck here with each other, and you do not exist in a fucking bubble. What you do, what he does, it's gonna affect the rest of us. If he can't be reasoned with and he has an outburst, we get the blowback. Protecting his privacy is not worth risking our fucking safety, and you are not a good, noble man for thinking otherwise.

[nursetemple]

Yes, we agree there. Then why do you think I don't care about staying alive?

[nursetemple]

I'd like that.

[devoutish]

I do not think that.

[peacemongering]

[He goes quiet for a moment, long enough to be thinking back over the course of the entire conversation.]

I was very specific about not using gender, and you would be wise not to make assumptions in that light. Women are less likely to be reduced to violent behaviour, but they can.

If the issue of privacy bothers you most, why do the doctors keep doctor-patient confidentiality here when the benefits affect us all?

[nursetemple]

Then what are you asking?

[devoutish]

[He's right, and Alfie quietly runs over his list of potentials again. He comes up with nothing, which means if it is a woman - or a man that's not Stein or Bucky, or maybe Beckett or Sylar - it's someone unexpected. And that annoys him even more.]

They shouldn't, if it is something very useful. But we are not talking about that now. We're talking about you.

[peacemongering]

And with no suggestions on rectifying the situation beyond what I myself have come to the conclusion of, I suppose I now consider this more a warning than anything.

Please keep safe, Mr. Solomons. You and those travelling with you.

[devoutish]

Give me a name, and it's a warning. Give me better information, and you can have your suggestions.

[peacemongering]

This is not a negotiation, and I will not compromise their identity if it can be solved without violence. And if I'm wrong, you will have your name, sir.

[devoutish]

If it can't be solved without violence, I'll be sure to let your collateral damage know exactly who they can blame.

[devoutish]

Yeah.

I don't want to be away from them for longer than one night.

[nursetemple]

Thanks for the notice.

[She bites back a sigh. She doesn't so much want more from him, but right now, she'd like some comfort, not to be reminded she's not as important as the rest of his friends.

But saying so wouldn't get her anywhere, so she doesn't.]

I'm sure by the time I'm actually up north, I'll have things to do myself and can't just stick around, anyway.

[devoutish]

I'm telling you I think you're closer to the self-sacrificial end. You've said as much yourself.

[nursetemple]

[This is starting to feel like an extremely circular conversation, where they're just not willing to give up the upper hand. So Claire sighs, rolling her eyes at her tablet.]

Moving on. I should probably check on Kid anyway. He's been fighting a fever.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He pauses, then:]

You're angry?

[nursetemple]

I'm - [She sighs, taking the time to gather her thoughts.]

Angry's not the right term. I just came back to life, out of a coma, whatever this thing was, and I'm feeling a little fragile. But I know, we're not. Anything. So even if I was angry, I know I wouldn't have a right to be. But I'm not, I'm more... disappointed.

[She pauses again, wishing she could hide her face in her hands.]

I'm just shaky, that's all. Don't worry about it, I'll get over it.

[devoutish]

[He runs a hand down his face.]

I'm not--

[He cuts himself off.]

[devoutish]

Yeah. He'll tell you he doesn't need any help, the git.

[nursetemple]

You're not what?

[nursetemple]

Well, at least he asked for it. He fell asleep on me earlier, completely exhausted. Still hasn't eaten, though, which is worrying.

[devoutish]

I'm not good at this.

[nursetemple]

[Claire nods to herself. She isn't sure exactly what he would like to say, or do, but she knows he must mean well.]

It's okay, Alfie. A quiet evening sounds nice, anyway.