[He definitely gets why Rosen worries about everything--even if it's not necessarily always warranted--and takes another sip of tea before he responds.]
So you're worried about not being worried enough, is what this comes down to.
[It's said dryly enough that it might not be obvious it's meant lightly, but Lance briefly raises his eyebrows and looks at Rosen as he downs more tea, making it more apparent.]
It is possible to be so concerned with a few--or a lot of--things that anything new that comes up, even if it is major and would normally prompt a reaction, is just too much to be able to bring yourself to care about.
[Though it never forms a full smile, Rosen's mouth quirks in tired amusement at the ridiculous, and true, comment]
I don't know that thats how I would have put it.
[He lets his long fingers dance a bit on the rim of his mug]
I am an old man, Lance. All joking aside, I am. Now thats not to say I am about to kick the bucket, but what it means is I have lived long enough to lose a lot of things. Now my family, that was my fault and I will not pretend otherwise. But there are other losses. Things we can't control. I'm at an age where my parents are gone and its not unusual to receive letters in the mail "your college roommate has passed away, a heart attack' or 'your best friend from medical school was killed in a car crash.' And then in my line of work death is all too common. So I am going to worry until the day they finally manage to throw me in my grave. Because I've found too often when something is precious to you, its got a time limit.
[Another long sip of tea]
But worrying and caring are two separate things, and I've accepted the former and I am concerned about the latter. Worrying is fussing, protecting, stressing. Caring is that innate ability to show empathy and concern for others. And if I am losing that then I might as well be an automaton. And that is why I asked you to take my patients. Because I do not want to risk hurting anyone else. Fuck pride, or shame, a mental health professional who can't find his ability for empathy [he recognizes the irony given Danielle's ability] is only a liability.
[Lance is quiet, listening, and tries not to feel condescended to as Rosen talks about the realities of being later on in life; it's obviously not meant that way, and he can tell he's reaching his own limit of amount of stress that can be handled at one time when suddenly everything feels personal. So he carefully pushes that all aside, focusing instead on the meaning of what Rosen is saying rather than the words themselves as much.
He understands the distinction made between worrying and caring, although he doubts the division is there as strongly as Rosen seems to think it is. Still, he thinks arguing at this point is going to be more detrimental than helpful.]
I understand.
[And he's already agreed to take Rosen's patients, so he doesn't need to say that part again.]
I think it's a good idea for you to take a step back. Find something you enjoy doing--[He gestures vaguely back at the piano as a suggestion.]--and spend some time reflecting and working things out.
[With that said--]
But I highly doubt there's anything seriously wrong with your ability to care about other people, or that you're inherently selfish. You just seem tired.
[And Lance has only been in this place for a month and a half and is possibly more exhausted than he's ever been in his life, so he can't imagine Rosen feels any better after having been here even longer.]
I would like to focus on the clinic for the time being. Its where I see myself doing the most immediate good. And now that Kate and Flick-
[He pauses]
-Ah yes. I meant to mention before that the healer I told you about before. The one I trusted most. He's gone now as well. Kate, and Flick, and Faith are all gone now. So the clinic staff is a little worse for wear.
[The Clinic's a fine thing to focus on, as far as he's concerned; it's something that's very much needed here and indeed a way to do good.
The news that the healer Rosen knew best is gone, along with apparently a few others, doesn't particularly bother him personally aside from a pang of empathy for Rosen losing a friend here, but he can definitely see the practical problem.]
I don't really know anyone who works there other than you.
[So he doesn't really know much of the current roster status other than what Rosen is telling him.]
f I am honest I am not sure who 'we' is anymore myself but if you ever want to learn how to clean wounds and apply bandages we'd be more than glad for an extra set of hands
[There's Hannibal, of course, and Ronan, but he's been sworn to secrecy about Ronan's involvement with the clinic, and then he just recently asked Asgore to help where he can.
Certainly Rosen would enjoy Lance's company at the clinic, but he feels now is not exactly the right moment to press. Not while the dust is settling]
Hopefully things will stay quiet in the cave for a while longer.
I can do the basics, but it might be useful to learn things like how to do stitches.
[And he's curious, a bit; he's had a lot of stitches over time but rarely watched them be done, and it seems like a useful skill to have in general.
He sips more tea and is finally feeling the caffeine kicking in, thankfully. He was already tired and now he feels even more drained after that conversation, and so his nodding and response to Rosen's next statement is a little distant.]
I hope so, although that seems a little optimistic.
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Date: 2017-05-23 01:25 am (UTC)So you're worried about not being worried enough, is what this comes down to.
[It's said dryly enough that it might not be obvious it's meant lightly, but Lance briefly raises his eyebrows and looks at Rosen as he downs more tea, making it more apparent.]
It is possible to be so concerned with a few--or a lot of--things that anything new that comes up, even if it is major and would normally prompt a reaction, is just too much to be able to bring yourself to care about.
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Date: 2017-05-23 01:43 am (UTC)I don't know that thats how I would have put it.
[He lets his long fingers dance a bit on the rim of his mug]
I am an old man, Lance. All joking aside, I am. Now thats not to say I am about to kick the bucket, but what it means is I have lived long enough to lose a lot of things. Now my family, that was my fault and I will not pretend otherwise. But there are other losses. Things we can't control. I'm at an age where my parents are gone and its not unusual to receive letters in the mail "your college roommate has passed away, a heart attack' or 'your best friend from medical school was killed in a car crash.' And then in my line of work death is all too common. So I am going to worry until the day they finally manage to throw me in my grave. Because I've found too often when something is precious to you, its got a time limit.
[Another long sip of tea]
But worrying and caring are two separate things, and I've accepted the former and I am concerned about the latter. Worrying is fussing, protecting, stressing. Caring is that innate ability to show empathy and concern for others. And if I am losing that then I might as well be an automaton. And that is why I asked you to take my patients. Because I do not want to risk hurting anyone else. Fuck pride, or shame, a mental health professional who can't find his ability for empathy [he recognizes the irony given Danielle's ability] is only a liability.
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:00 am (UTC)He understands the distinction made between worrying and caring, although he doubts the division is there as strongly as Rosen seems to think it is. Still, he thinks arguing at this point is going to be more detrimental than helpful.]
I understand.
[And he's already agreed to take Rosen's patients, so he doesn't need to say that part again.]
I think it's a good idea for you to take a step back. Find something you enjoy doing--[He gestures vaguely back at the piano as a suggestion.]--and spend some time reflecting and working things out.
[With that said--]
But I highly doubt there's anything seriously wrong with your ability to care about other people, or that you're inherently selfish. You just seem tired.
[And Lance has only been in this place for a month and a half and is possibly more exhausted than he's ever been in his life, so he can't imagine Rosen feels any better after having been here even longer.]
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:07 am (UTC)[He pauses]
-Ah yes. I meant to mention before that the healer I told you about before. The one I trusted most. He's gone now as well. Kate, and Flick, and Faith are all gone now. So the clinic staff is a little worse for wear.
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:11 am (UTC)The news that the healer Rosen knew best is gone, along with apparently a few others, doesn't particularly bother him personally aside from a pang of empathy for Rosen losing a friend here, but he can definitely see the practical problem.]
I don't really know anyone who works there other than you.
[So he doesn't really know much of the current roster status other than what Rosen is telling him.]
But if there's a way I can help, let me know.
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:19 am (UTC)[There's Hannibal, of course, and Ronan, but he's been sworn to secrecy about Ronan's involvement with the clinic, and then he just recently asked Asgore to help where he can.
Certainly Rosen would enjoy Lance's company at the clinic, but he feels now is not exactly the right moment to press. Not while the dust is settling]
Hopefully things will stay quiet in the cave for a while longer.
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Date: 2017-05-23 02:28 am (UTC)[And he's curious, a bit; he's had a lot of stitches over time but rarely watched them be done, and it seems like a useful skill to have in general.
He sips more tea and is finally feeling the caffeine kicking in, thankfully. He was already tired and now he feels even more drained after that conversation, and so his nodding and response to Rosen's next statement is a little distant.]
I hope so, although that seems a little optimistic.