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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[devoutish]

Doesn't merit you trying to treat me like a fucking child, mate.

[headjacked]

I haven't been, so you don't gotta go all defensive on me, bro. I'm treating you like I treat all my -- the people I like and respect.

Sorry I worry!

[devoutish]

Change the subject, yeah? Talk about something else.

[headjacked]

Well. What do you want to talk about?

[devoutish]

Are you lonely here?

[He seems the type to be, even with the friends he seems to have.]

[headjacked]

[ That... does seem to catch him off guard. ]

Not really, I mean. I have Angel, and Fiona and Beckett and -- but it sucks when someone ---

-- what about you, huh?

[devoutish]

Yeah, but it's not something you can fix.

When someone what?

[headjacked]

Doesnt matter, it'd just lead to more sappy crap, which you're not in the mood for.

[devoutish]

Are you on your own tonight?

[There is definitely an air of loneliness around him, Alfie thinks.]

[headjacked]

Nope.

So I should feel fine, huh?

[devoutish]

You've still got shell shock. All that wasn't even a week ago, mate.

[headjacked]

But I feel better. I'm better, Alfie!

[ If he sounds suddenly on edge, it's probably because... he is suddenly on edge. Alfie is poking at something red and raw, something he doesn't know how he should be dealing with. ]

[devoutish]

You're really not.

Bottle it up and it will get worse.

[headjacked]

...so what do I do here, when everyone is busy dealing with their own shit?

[devoutish]

Ask the doctors. Talk to all those friends of yours.

[headjacked]

Doctor wise, I'm only cool with Dr. John. The rest are varying degrees of shitty or dead.

[ A quickly sucked in breath. ]

There's a ridiculously tall doctor. Stitched up face. I'm pretty sure his name is Stein. Be careful around him.

[devoutish]

Dr. John Watson? Talk to him, then.

What's wrong with Dr. Stein?

[headjacked]

He cuts people open.

[devoutish]

[I mean




so does Alfie.]

And not in surgery, I take it.

[headjacked]

I meant like in surgery, actually. Surgery you don't ever agree to.

[devoutish]

[W e l p.]

How does he perform surgery here? I've been in the hospital, there's not much there.

[headjacked]

I know, right? You'd have to be crazy to perform surgery in one of the houses, w-with no proper anesthetic. Or anything.

Dr. Stitches is crazy.

[devoutish]

I'll remember that. Thanks, Rhys.