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dr_robchase) wrote2012-01-18 07:55 pm
dr_robchase) wrote2012-01-18 07:55 pm
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It was the nature of the business on the island that there weren't too many new patients, so when Chase had someone that was coming in for the first time, he devoted the whole day to preparing for it. He knew very little about her other than her willingness to come in; though that alone already made the situation better than its possible equivalents. He'd set aside a folder and a span of space in which they wouldn't be disturbed. He didn't know how long she wanted to talk.
That was, of course, if there would be much talking. He'd anticipating this as a possibility, but he always felt like he was slightly useless when it turned into a game of verbal chicken -- both of them searching for something to say or trying to avoid speaking at all. He scribbled in his notebook -- if, well, small sketches of coffee cups could really be called scribbles -- and he let her stay silent in her chair.
He did that for fifteen minutes to give her some manner of comfort and a feeling that she could indulge in behaviour that made her feel comfortable. They were there to talk about something though and even if he only scratched the surface, he wanted to touch to it. "Do you like biscuits?" he asked, finally. "I have a sweet tooth. I don't like to indulge it too often because it's, well, unhealthy, but I'm married to someone who lets me have too much sugar in everything. I keep some in the drawer, if you're hungry."
That was, of course, if there would be much talking. He'd anticipating this as a possibility, but he always felt like he was slightly useless when it turned into a game of verbal chicken -- both of them searching for something to say or trying to avoid speaking at all. He scribbled in his notebook -- if, well, small sketches of coffee cups could really be called scribbles -- and he let her stay silent in her chair.
He did that for fifteen minutes to give her some manner of comfort and a feeling that she could indulge in behaviour that made her feel comfortable. They were there to talk about something though and even if he only scratched the surface, he wanted to touch to it. "Do you like biscuits?" he asked, finally. "I have a sweet tooth. I don't like to indulge it too often because it's, well, unhealthy, but I'm married to someone who lets me have too much sugar in everything. I keep some in the drawer, if you're hungry."