[ The way he talks about this—it is strange. Familiar with the subject, but flippant. This man is clearly around drugs plenty, maybe even—administers them? Yet he asks basic questions, too.
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
Hm, huuuuuuuuuuuh... [ Well, he's managed to fool enough people that he was human despite struggling to fill a resume. It wouldn't hurt to be just a bit honest. ] Something like that. No better test subject than a man in his late twenties who doesn't smoke and eats well, right?
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
[ That sounds like a typical lab rat of a person. A man in his late twenties, who eats well, and loves— ]
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
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no subject
He sighs, smoothing his tone back over to something more impassive. ]
What are you, some sort of test subject...
[ He straightens up, back cracking lightly. ]
Anyway, it just sounds like you're attached. It happens. [ Sometimes people occupy your thoughts, no matter what you do. Dryly, ] Maybe you're in love.
i thought i replied to this omg
[ And to his suggestion -- ]
Nah! I'm pretty sure eggs are the only thing I love.
what is rp if not losing tags and notifs!!
...Eggs...
[ He repeats with a little disbelief. There's a pause, more bracing than before, before he sighs. ]
Well, whatever you're out here feeling, it's not so bad to have someone you miss. Why don't you just tell him you're worried about his condition? You won't be able to help what he's feeling unless he feels he can share the root cause of the problem.
[ That's the key with any diagnosis—not just managing the symptoms, but figuring out what's wrong. Also, it's how to be a... friend. It's what he'd want, if he were sick. It's what anyone would want, he thinks. ]
no subject
What he says is rational -- something a friend would do, but could Obikawa confidently claim himself anything but another contributor to Tokinaga's trauma? It brings him to pause in thought, the tight pain in his chest from when he last saw him months ago a familiar ache. ]
Are you a therapist?
[ Or he could just ignore it (he's not). ]
no subject
Hah. [ He does not. Excel at mental health. ] I used to be a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Pretty ornate title for drug peddling.
[ He was part of the problem. ]
...I'm tired of hearing about people who are past the point of recovery, that's all.