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Kind of?

I'd rather them find the damn killer than bother with me.

I can rely on you to keep your mouth shut, right? Otherwise I can and will hurt you.

[He smirked at the admittance -- baby steps, Dorian! Confession was that initial step. Although, in all truth, the confessions of Dorian Gray weren't going to be inspirational enough to make the man repent; luckily for Chilton, his goal was quite oppositional.]

I'll let you choose: either your evidently crippling fear of being ignored for even just a weekend, or an acquaintance of yours. Matthew Lin -- ring a bell?

Who spoke to you about a murder?

[ so is Chilton looking for the Confessions of Dorian Gray?
ba dum tssssssh.

As he mentions Matthew, Dorian can't help but frown a bit. How the hell did Chilton know Matthew? He'd have to ask Abduxel about that later. ] Let's go with my crippling fear of isolation then. Why not.

Ow! Son of a -- [Chilton whipped back his hand, an arc of blood following his gesture. One of her thorns had punctured his thumb, and Chilton's hasty retreat concluding with a coddling the wounded bit of flesh in his healthier palm. He took a few deep breaths, his eyes wide and amazed -- the weaponized flesh had submerged back into her flawless skin, and had Chilton not felt that sharply presence, he likely would have questioned what he had seen.

Curious, curious. As he took a step back, his still eyes on the sleeping Raina, he considered what else she might be obscuring. They were both creatures of secrets, it seemed.

He moved to lock his door, so her rest would be uninterrupted. Chilton didn't have blankets on hand, but the Floridian heat denied the need for such utility in May. He could offer sanctuary, as he continued his own work until she woke -- and then would come the questions.]

The suspense is hurtful enough, Jeff. What is the circumstance?

Fine. Sure. I'm more pessimistic than I used to be.

But that makes it sound like I have higher expectations of what people are supposed to be. Good people. People who better mankind. I mean, I get it, the criterias pretty important, but there's expecting good and then there's just being good.

[Several loooong minutes go by. Texting might be an acceptable method to talk about personal stuff, he figures. At least it's not face to face.]

Ok fine, wise guy. So I lied about not seeing a therapist. Obviously I saw one back home. Few years back I get put on anti-anxieties and some things happen. Some things that involve me losing all self-doubt and kinda getting a little full of myself. Like... Ego rampage. I trashed a kids party. And this place has decided, in it's infinite wisdom, to bring that back and I just wanna find out how easy this thing is gonna be to trigger and whether I need to be seriously concerned or not. Satisfied?

A kid's party. Birthday party? Bar mitzvah? Was it because the child's celebration was not about you?

[You can bet he finds that anecdote hilarious. Moreover, mentions of egocentric violence is like blood in the water to the man.]

I can write you a limited prescription. But I will insist on at least monthly sessions for any additional medication.

I think your priorities are in the right order, Peter. However, I fear that some individuals require the inspiration just to accomplish that level of simply being good, as you've said.

I'm pretty sure that's a reality.

Ah -- someone who was worried I may have had something to do with Freddie's death.

Apparently they got wind that we were -- [ he lowers his voice, scandalized. ] lovers? I mean, that's not -- we just went out for drinks once.

So this individual who investigated you just outright told you that Freddie had been murdered?

[Chilton looked right at Will. He looked away, towards his left shoulder. Silently. Then he looked right at Will again.]

He's. A. Cannibal?

[The following reasoning for Ken's cannibalism did not resonate. Chilton kept staring at Will, his head slowly -- almost imperceptibly -- moving side to side. A tectonic motion of oh no.]

Will, no. Why would you ever humor this -- behavioral defect? I mean, for god's sake, a cannibal! Are you but a magnet to them? How does this continuously happen!

No, ah, I already knew.

Bar mitzvah. They were giving out awards. I didn't win one.

[The kid who had the bar mitzvah won them all because, y'know, it was his friggin party. Jeff has issues, he knows this.]

The limited will do. I just need to know what I'm dealing with. There's no way I'm staying on them when they make it a hundred times worse.

[ It had been the most welcome and restful of sleeps she had, had in a long time. Not a single dream. Just her body being knocked for for a solid several hours. Roughly five hours, actually. And even when she finally started to stir, she didn't really want to wake up. She would have slept far longer had her body not metabolized the sedative by that point.

Raina's eyelashes fluttered open and she looked around the office, groggy and confused. And then her eyes found Chilton which caused her to remember where she was and what happened. A hand reached up to wipe the crust of sleep from her eyes and she subconsciously checked her hair to make sure it wasn't a mess of horrifying bedhead. ]

How long was I out?

["Oh my god," said Chilton, because he wouldn't type that out. This was absolutely delightful.]

You know that there isn't any medication to treat Narcissistic Personality Disorder, which you probably do have a non-malignant version of. Just based on our interactions. However, given the episode you described, I think there is an emotional behavioral conflict that can be mitigated.

[So where was all that ethical concern, moments ago? EVAPORATED! Especially now that Chilton realized he could test for manic depression in Jeff through literally trial and error. Now here was his new dilemma: should he prescribe lithium or a benzodiazepine?

Swing by my office, when you get a chance.

["Oh my God" is basically Jeff's reaction too, but not for the same reasoning. He may not have it often, but he's pretty sure this is what shame feels like. Maybe if he can just feel like this forever more than he'll never have a problem with his ego ever again.]

Really? I appreciate it. I'm not being a guinea pig though.

[Oh Chilton, so kind and not at all just out for your own interests.]

Jeff, Jeff. I would never consider you a guinea pig. You are, if anything, my friend.

[Chilton is like the worst person, and he definitely believes that Jeff qualifies for BOTH of the above.]

Quick question: do you have any known allergies to specific chemical compounds? And do your powers include any healing factor?

About -- [Chilton, still at his desk and typing out his edited version of Kanaya's evolving diagnosis, paused only to glance over once Raina spoke. His eyes moved to the fanciful golden watch around his wrist, instead of looking at the digital clock inherent to his laptop.]

About five hours. You didn't make much of a sound, for which I'm rather grateful. Do you need anything? Water? A band aid?

[He held up his hand, exhibiting the bandaged thumb that had been punctured so easily by a protruding thorn.]

How? Unless -- did the morgue call you?

[ She stared at his hand, brows knitting together. And then it slowly dawned on her. And it was unmistakable, the way her eyes widened in horror -- the way her hands instantly came up to touch all over her face and the rapid check she gave her limbs -- relieved to find they were smooth and human. ]

N-no. I'm fine. What happened?

[ And more than that what did he see. Raina regarded Chilton warily. ]

I won't disagree. Moreover, I'm pleased that you are indeed in touch with reality. Someone in your position must be grounded and aware.

You are uniquely capable, even among imPorts.

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Eh. Because I am greedy and want more of your threads. ;x

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Good! I AM GLAD.

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xoxo

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