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[devoutish]

Yeah?

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

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[devoutish]

[#ithim]

Yeah, good. Where are you?

[equal_shots]

A house I've not been in before. The first floor is flooded.

[Kid is suspicious about how much you don't want to talk about Claire, Alfie.]

...I didn't want you to find out from the obituary. [He pauses, uncomfortable.] I didn't...think that was fair.

[devoutish]

[Wow Kid, this is pragmatism!!!]

Mm. Yeah, thanks.

[It's thoughtful of him, considering that Alfie has been a dick to him in the past.]

Talk to one of the other doctors about your condition. She'll want to find you again if she comes back, and she'll want you to have been cared for.

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When. [Coughing (hard), he glances away.

Just because you were a dick doesn't mean he'll be one.]

Claire helped immensely the last few days. Otherwise, I will manage on my own. [And that's going to have to do.]

[devoutish]

If.

And I don't think they're gonna take that as an answer, mate.

[equal_shots]

...considering the circumstances, maybe "if" is better.

I managed before.

[Except for being thin as a board and missing an eye and not sleeping and otherwise looking awful but. Details.]

[devoutish]

Call one of the doctors. I'll be sending Watson after you to make sure it gets done.

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Please do not. I would prefer leaving Dr. Watson alone.

[devoutish]

He's the best doctor for this.

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It's my fault Dr. Watson was injured in the first place! [The glare of a one-eyed fourteen year old isn't much, but...] I should have known Stein was out of control. Is that not enough for you or would you prefer he associate further with me so he can be met with an even worse fate?! I am certain my luck in Norfinbury thus far can ensure this will be arranged somehow.

[He is definitely not crying; he scrubs his eye out of habit alone.] I've caused him enough trouble. Please!

[devoutish]

All that was Stein's fault. It was not yours.

He's been contacted; it's done.

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[Let it never be said Kid can't be a dramatic teenager. It's been a rough few days ok? Sorry.]

Yes, of course. All Professor Stein's fault. Certainly the fact that he uses the grim reaper as his moral compass means nothing, and that as his son, I am acting in his stead here is just a coincidence.

[devoutish]

Stop this.

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You-- But-- [He looks like he might have more to say, but instead just closes his mouth, shoulders sinking and head bowed.]

I don't want Dr. Watson to get hurt, Mr. Solomons. He already has.

[devoutish]

He's gonna be fine. He's a big boy.

[equal_shots]

You don't know that. Not any more than you know if Claire will come back. It's "probably fine", not "definitely"--just the same as your "if" and not "when".

[devoutish]

We are talking about this situation, right now. You going to him for medical help is not going to hurt him.

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I've gotten medical help--I asked Claire.

And...and he wasn't very happy with me the morning after Stein decided removing eyes was a good pastime. Asking him for more help now may not hurt him physically, but physical wounds aren't the only sort. [Especially since the two are both stubbornly and stupidly convinced the other's injury is directly their fault.]

[devoutish]

You're telling me he blamed you for what Stein did? I don't believe it.

[equal_shots]

We didn't exactly talk long...I was trying to leave before Professor Stein was up. I didn't want him to see me leaving. [Running.]

[devoutish]

Go talk to the man. Sort this out between the two of you.

[equal_shots]

I don't suppose I have a choice, if you've gone and called him!

[devoutish]

No, you don't.

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I was just trying to do something nice by calling and telling you about Claire!

[The teenager's huff is audible, but he sounds more upset than angry, and it's only a second later when he cuts the feed off abruptly.]