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❝ᴅᴏᴜɢ ʀɪᴄʜ❞ (but still ᴡayne ᴍalloy) ([personal profile] mallarkey) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2014-01-24 01:15 am

we tried so hard to live in the truth

Date & Time: January 25th - into February (whenever)
Location: Around Exsilium, wherever. Feel free to specify!
Characters: Doug Rich and ___ (YOU).
Summary: Doug's been a bit unfocused since his wife disappeared. Which means: overworking (on what he can), weird hours, and a lot of self-distraction. Maybe even some actual honesty!
Warnings: Possible canon spoilers wrt mentions of drugs and death.

    [ It's been days, and in all honestly Wayne -- Doug, now -- has had trouble keeping track of how many. He hasn't slept well or consistently since Dahlia disappeared (or left, but he wants to believe he knows her better than that) and every handful of hours he gets are in a chair or couch because lying -- even sitting -- on the bed they'd shared unnerves him. One night she'd been there with him, and then she wasn't.

    He'd hoped for something better, when she'd arrived not remembering the last few months that he did. Not in general, but for them, because he'd forgotten what it was like having her not be angry with him. He feels now like he did when she was in prison (his fault, too), guilty and lost and on the verge of an existential crisis. Somehow not having her here at all had been manageable, but losing her was impossible.

    Some days he doesn't leave his apartment, fumbling frantically and sleeplessly with his code of conduct notes. Writing things down, scratching them out, ripping up paper and muttering in frustration at varying volumes. Sometimes he knocks furniture over, or just paces around. Other days he drags a chair outside and sits in the freezing brightness to help him stay awake and focused, writing in the fresh air or getting lost in his racing, tired thoughts. Still other days he put on his coat and walks around town for as long as he can stand the cold, either getting a bite or something warm to drink or just some brisk, head-clearing exercise. Not that he's much of a fan of that last one; all he needs is coffee.
    ]
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴍᴏᴊɪᴛᴏ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-01-24 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she's never been the type to explore places. she's nosy, yes, but she prefers the depths of peoples' minds as opposed to walking down dark corridors. walking through the town (can this be called a town?). slipping on ice.

she's not slipping, for the record, but she's also outside. taking a walk. clearing her head.

the fact of the matter is, julia is restless. she has patients (a patient), a mission happened, but there's still something - antsy about the way she moves. there's nothing for her to do, nothing for her to pick up on. she's used to things happening around her to observe, not actually having to go out in order to be nosy.

but she gets just that when she sees him outside of his home. in a chair. just hanging out.

she narrows her eyes over at him.
]

What're you doing?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴀʀɴᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴀʟᴍᴇʀ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-01-25 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's cold as shit. [ completely deadpan as she stares at him, crossing her arms. of course, she's quick to give herself an excuse - or at least attempt to. she shakes her head and looks away from him. ] I mean, it's not like there's anything else to do.

[ so, really, she has just as little (less) reason as he does. but she's not going to admit it in the midst of small talk, either. ]
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʜᴜʀʀɪᴄᴀɴᴇ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-01-25 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
You alone? [ she squints at him, tilting her head. she thought she heard something, about a family - a wife, at least, and she frowns. was she gone?

then he must not be in a very good place. a pang of something similar to sympathy goes through her, but is quickly replaced by curiosity.
] Is there coffee?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʀᴇᴅ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇʀ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-01-28 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ so she notices once she gets inside. she doesn't take him up on the offer of food just yet, instead choosing to snoop around. ]

A lot of stuff for just one person. If you don't mind me saying so.
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʟᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴅʀᴏᴘ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-01-28 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
She leave? [ she says it almost callously, because these things just happen. they're things to observe when they happen to other people, only tragedies when they happen to her directly.

luckily, she's never had to worry about that.

she shrugs.
] I have my patients. Fine, overall. [ and that's that. she'll make a big deal about confidentiality until, suddenly, she doesn't. ]
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴛᴇǫᴜɪʟᴀ sᴜɴʀɪsᴇ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-01 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
So does that mean you don't care? [ totally, totally the wrong approach to that question, but it's the one julia's prone to taking, voice even taking on a professional tone at that. it's an instinct. ]

Something like that. That, and what led to them. It helps.
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ's ʙʀᴇᴡ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-04 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Any sugar?

[ because she's taken a sip of it and it's bitter and bland, and while she's got enough tact not to call him on that, it's still important. she holds the cup by the handle, palm resting on the warm side of the cup as she continues her professional insistence and inquiry. ]

Oh, not at all. All meetings remain perfectly confidential. I'm not about to lose my license.

What was her name?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-05 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you. [ she leans forward, plucking the packets out of his hands, tearing them open at once to pour them in. she tilts her cup in a circle in place of having a spoon, letting the sugar dissolve before taking a sip.

not great, but it'll do.
] I mean, that and it's not a system based on guilt, but that's neither here nor there.

[ she squints her eyes, tilting her head to the side, and asks: ] Were you married long?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-12 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Plenty of reasons. Unhealthy thoughts, a way to break free of things holding them back. All sorts.

[ really, the last thing she'd intended was to turn this into an appointment. and an impromptu one, at that - one that she isn't getting paid for, she remembers bitterly, but she presses onward. ]

At the time? Did something change?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ғʟᴜsʜ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-16 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's not really my place to advise them of what to do with their lives, only to help them overcome their troubles. [ she makes a wide gesture, as though it's all some kind of show. in some ways, it is. but she does take pride in her work. ]

Oh? How long was that, exactly?
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴍᴀɪ ᴛᴀɪ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-02-21 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
And you've been together ever since. [ well. until now. she pauses, although that probably rings out through the silence. ] Congratulations.

[ it is an accomplishment, if nothing else, that they'd managed to make that work. ]
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴍᴜᴅsʟɪᴅᴇ.)

it's all good.

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-03-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ she allows the digression, for a moment, taking a sip of her coffee. ]

No. Between medical school and traveling, I never had the time.
therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ᴅ.ᴏ.ᴀ.)

[personal profile] therapeutics 2014-03-07 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I went to college. [ vague enough, but far enough away from her hometown to count. ] And then I moved away to be a live-in therapist for several years.

[ but, this isn't about her. ]

And you?

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