[It's not a correction, exactly, but rather a reminder. It's good that Ephemera is making improvements, but connecting those to other individuals or a setting can be a dangerous mistake.]
[If this were any other situation Lance probably wouldn't be able to resist telling Ephemera not to do the gesturing part, finding it both flippant and unnecessary, but he lets it go in this case. Instead he just tries to focus on the actual conversation, but he's really not mentally prepared to discuss something like this even though he does his best.]
[That sounds familiar; the details are different, of course, but it's a situation Lance has experience with.
He doesn't want to think about that, though, and startles just a little at the sudden noise of the coffee mug on the counter; he was already too far in his thoughts, and it pulls him back to the present. He wants to ask how Ephemera knows now for sure what happened, but decides not to in favor of condolences.]
I'm sorry.
[He really can't say too much more than that, especially not right now.]
[Sweets looks disturbed by the revelation. Ephemera assumed it wouldn't be much of a surprise. People like him die all the time. Hell Jumpers, motherfuckers who throw their lot in with space pirates and bastards like Felix. Live crooked, die young. Just how it goes.]
[It isn't hugely surprising, it's just that it's difficult for him not to empathize and right now he's just not mentally or emotionally able to handle that as well as he normally can.
But he nods at the question, even if he can't bring himself to answer verbally due to a combination of nausea and just lacking the energy to lie. Of course, the more or less non-response is probably not super convincing anyway.]
[Water is probably a good idea; he hasn't been completely failing to stay hydrated or anything, but he still hasn't been as successful as he probably should've been. So he nods again, vaguely aware that he's probably worrying Ephemera, but it's going to take a moment to gather enough willpower to force himself to be more present once again.]
[One thing at a time. He turns slightly, keeping Sweets on his good side, and gets a clean glass. Fills it in the sink. Cold water. It helps. Sometimes.
[He appreciates that Ephemera is giving him space, but at the same time it's a very clear indicator that Lance is definitely worrying him. But for not he focuses on the water, picking the glass up carefully; his hands aren't shaking, at least not really, but he just feels unsteady overall.
But the cold water does help, even if he kind of has to force himself to drink it, but he definitely feels less hazy once he's had about a third of the glass and manages to find his voice.]
[Better. It's just a bad moment, doesn't look like it's going to spiral. The twins spiraled, sometimes. You could see it coming. Ephemera remembers losing them. How much it hurt waiting for them to make it back.
He goes back to his coffee. Drinks. It's something to focus on and that helps.]
[He considers the offer to sit down, but he knows from experience it doesn't generally make much difference for him mentally, and he's feeling a little more steady physically now.]
I think I just need a moment, but thank you.
[And a brief pause as he sips more water, gaze directed off to the side.]
I'm... I'm sorry I can't give you better advice, at the moment, regarding what you told me.
[Now that the fog is wearing off, he's starting to feel guilty about how completely unhelpful he was--and is still being--about something so serious.]
[He can feel Ephemera watching him, especially as he becomes more fully aware of his surroundings again, and it's agitating. But he knows it isn't meant that way, and instead of immediately deflecting Lance is quiet a moment at the offer.]
It isn't... It isn't ethical, to tell someone I'm advising about my own issues.
[And that's something he takes seriously; it's different when giving a friend advice, as he does back home, but here he's more formally counseling people and there's a line he can't cross. Of course, that leads to an issue of having very few people he can talk to, but the people here need him to be acting a psychologist and he can't just compromise that because of his own problems.]
[It isn't necessarily and agreement to talk to someone, but it's an acknowledgement of understanding as well as a conformation of the rest of what Ephemera said; everyone definitely has their own things to deal with.
He lets there be silence for another moment or two, before glancing toward his half-forgotten and untouched coffee, before finally looking back at Ephemera directly.]
Do you um... Would you mind if I take this back home? I'll bring the mug back tomorrow or something.
[He makes a vague gesture at the coffee as an indicator of 'this'. He knows he'll probably want the coffee tomorrow, and he certainly isn't going to waste it even if he doesn't.]
[It's to everything and he means it, but despite the offered understanding Lance takes a deep breath and tries to gather himself a bit more; he feels more than a little guilty and embarrassed at the same time about kind of losing it for a moment, and tries to refocus back on the original topic.]
At the Clinic, Rosen is a medical doctor and Pell is a healer; either may be able to help you and will be professional about it.
[So Lance feels okay recommending them to Ephemera for this issue.]
[Lance shifts a little on his feet a moment, finally reaching out to pick up the mug again; what he'd been here to help with seems to have been worked out, so--]
I'm... I'm going to go home and... I don't know. Take a nap or something.
[It's a weak attempt at a self-deprecating joke, as if needing to get some more sleep is the main problem and reason for what happened earlier. He knows Ephemera isn't going to buy it, but that's not really the point.]
But although I won't tell you that you need to do it today, or anything like that, don't put off seeing someone at the Clinic for too long. The sooner the better, alright?
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Date: 2018-01-09 02:54 am (UTC)[It's not a correction, exactly, but rather a reminder. It's good that Ephemera is making improvements, but connecting those to other individuals or a setting can be a dangerous mistake.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 02:59 am (UTC)Maybe. I wasn't, for a while.
[He gives Sweets a faint smile.]
's okay. Apparently I got my head blown off, back home.
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:02 am (UTC)What do you mean?
[About that last part. And okay, sure, it's pretty obvious what he means, but the question is really just meant to prompt more explanation.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:06 am (UTC)Washington and the others. I wouldn't stay down, apparently.
[He mimes a gun and points it at his head. Bang.]
I don't remember it.
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:12 am (UTC)Has it not happened for you yet?
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:17 am (UTC)[He sets his coffee down abruptly. He doesn't want it anymore.]
I remember falling. Landed bad. Knew I was done. Then--
[Then things got fuzzy.]
Hnn. Woke up here.
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:21 am (UTC)He doesn't want to think about that, though, and startles just a little at the sudden noise of the coffee mug on the counter; he was already too far in his thoughts, and it pulls him back to the present. He wants to ask how Ephemera knows now for sure what happened, but decides not to in favor of condolences.]
I'm sorry.
[He really can't say too much more than that, especially not right now.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:29 am (UTC)You don't have to be.
[He's quiet a moment.]
You all right, Doc?
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:37 am (UTC)But he nods at the question, even if he can't bring himself to answer verbally due to a combination of nausea and just lacking the energy to lie. Of course, the more or less non-response is probably not super convincing anyway.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:39 am (UTC)[It's obviously not okay. Remember the twins, Ephemera thinks. When they stopped talking. Keep calm, be steady, and they'd be calm too.
He stays where he is. Doesn't reach out.]
You want some water?
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-01-09 03:48 am (UTC)[One thing at a time. He turns slightly, keeping Sweets on his good side, and gets a clean glass. Fills it in the sink. Cold water. It helps. Sometimes.
He sets it down next to Sweets, then steps back.
Don't try to touch. It goes wrong, sometimes.]
There you go.
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:55 am (UTC)But the cold water does help, even if he kind of has to force himself to drink it, but he definitely feels less hazy once he's had about a third of the glass and manages to find his voice.]
Sorry. I'm okay.
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:00 am (UTC)He goes back to his coffee. Drinks. It's something to focus on and that helps.]
You can sit down. If that helps.
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:12 am (UTC)I think I just need a moment, but thank you.
[And a brief pause as he sips more water, gaze directed off to the side.]
I'm... I'm sorry I can't give you better advice, at the moment, regarding what you told me.
[Now that the fog is wearing off, he's starting to feel guilty about how completely unhelpful he was--and is still being--about something so serious.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:20 am (UTC)[Keep it simple. Ephemera tips his head to the side to watch Sweets. Wondering.]
I'm not gonna ask. It's not my business. I don't pretend I'm any good at this either, but if you wanna talk about it, that's fine too.
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:28 am (UTC)It isn't... It isn't ethical, to tell someone I'm advising about my own issues.
[And that's something he takes seriously; it's different when giving a friend advice, as he does back home, but here he's more formally counseling people and there's a line he can't cross. Of course, that leads to an issue of having very few people he can talk to, but the people here need him to be acting a psychologist and he can't just compromise that because of his own problems.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:33 am (UTC)[There's a lot he doesn't know. Ephemera shrugs again. Drinks his coffee. It's starting to go cold.]
You got anybody you can tell?
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Date: 2018-01-09 05:31 am (UTC)Yeah.
[He's not sure if he will, because that's another issue, but there are a few people he can talk to.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 02:38 pm (UTC)[He hesitates.]
Everybody's got their shit, Doc.
[And he has a guess at what's bothering Sweets. Just a guess, though.]
Just how it is.
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Date: 2018-01-09 03:43 pm (UTC)[It isn't necessarily and agreement to talk to someone, but it's an acknowledgement of understanding as well as a conformation of the rest of what Ephemera said; everyone definitely has their own things to deal with.
He lets there be silence for another moment or two, before glancing toward his half-forgotten and untouched coffee, before finally looking back at Ephemera directly.]
Do you um... Would you mind if I take this back home? I'll bring the mug back tomorrow or something.
[He makes a vague gesture at the coffee as an indicator of 'this'. He knows he'll probably want the coffee tomorrow, and he certainly isn't going to waste it even if he doesn't.]
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Date: 2018-01-09 04:02 pm (UTC)[Ephemera likes coffee. Likes it with sugar, with good company. Sometimes he even likes talking Sweets and drinking coffee.
Things are complicated. As always.]
's okay, Doc. I get it. Or part of it, anyway.
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Date: 2018-01-10 01:35 am (UTC)[It's to everything and he means it, but despite the offered understanding Lance takes a deep breath and tries to gather himself a bit more; he feels more than a little guilty and embarrassed at the same time about kind of losing it for a moment, and tries to refocus back on the original topic.]
At the Clinic, Rosen is a medical doctor and Pell is a healer; either may be able to help you and will be professional about it.
[So Lance feels okay recommending them to Ephemera for this issue.]
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Date: 2018-01-10 04:28 am (UTC)[He doesn't know Rosen, but that's all right. There's a place to start.]
All right.
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Date: 2018-01-11 01:38 am (UTC)[Lance shifts a little on his feet a moment, finally reaching out to pick up the mug again; what he'd been here to help with seems to have been worked out, so--]
I'm... I'm going to go home and... I don't know. Take a nap or something.
[It's a weak attempt at a self-deprecating joke, as if needing to get some more sleep is the main problem and reason for what happened earlier. He knows Ephemera isn't going to buy it, but that's not really the point.]
But although I won't tell you that you need to do it today, or anything like that, don't put off seeing someone at the Clinic for too long. The sooner the better, alright?
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