Flu Event: In Sickness and In Health II (Sean)
May 30, 2011 14:32:06 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on May 30, 2011 14:32:06 GMT -5
Because they were in physical proximity to one another, and Sean knew the other man’s mind so well, he was particularly susceptible to hearing Josh’s surface thoughts. As such, the entire ridiculous image of every mythological figure and deity his friend knew waiting in line popped into the telepath’s head, and he laughed in response, because it was amusing. It was also fairly accurate, assuming that he was, in fact, wrong about his religious beliefs. His amusement only grew after his friend’s other remark about birth control. “The way I was raised, that only means you weren’t supposed to be blessed with a family, since you’re flaunting. Although I have to say that if you planned on naming your children Joshette, I think it’s for the best that you’re childless. That spares the court the name change paperwork eighteen years later.”
Sean had no practical experience in court, certainly nothing to counter decades of work in the law, to refute Josh’s comment. He also perfectly understood corruption in the judiciary. He let that topic fade out and focused on the rest of Josh’s comment. “For one, I find your life perfectly interesting. And even if I didn’t, it would be a nice change of pace from my life.” Josh didn’t have to worry about random fires and Vincent Verax jumping off the roof.
Sean was glad that they had reached an agreement regarding Josh’s transportation home; that was a start. “I’m always onto you,” he reminded him, returning the other man’s sickly smile with a more natural one. “Besides, it’s hard not to notice when you wanted diamond earrings for your last birthday.”
At the end of the day, the telepath wasn’t as stubborn as his friend, despite all pretenses otherwise. He would stop arguing when the other man was dead-set on staying in a restaurant, surrounded by food, when he was obviously ill and at most 2/3 conscious. Although if Josh did fall asleep, they were leaving; Sean drew the line there. “If you’re sure,” he remarked for finality’s sake, before making a last-minute determination about what type of sandwich he wanted. “At least not boring enough to make you fall asleep,” he added, since his relative level of “interesting” was a topic of his self-deprecating humor.
“Be sure to drink something,” he reminded the other man, while he waited for a waitress to come over and take their order. He still thought this was a foolish decision on the Josh’s part, but at least this way he could keep an eye on his friend over lunch, rather than letting him out of his sight to do...whatever he might do at the office before finally admitting that he was, in fact, sick again.
Sean had no practical experience in court, certainly nothing to counter decades of work in the law, to refute Josh’s comment. He also perfectly understood corruption in the judiciary. He let that topic fade out and focused on the rest of Josh’s comment. “For one, I find your life perfectly interesting. And even if I didn’t, it would be a nice change of pace from my life.” Josh didn’t have to worry about random fires and Vincent Verax jumping off the roof.
Sean was glad that they had reached an agreement regarding Josh’s transportation home; that was a start. “I’m always onto you,” he reminded him, returning the other man’s sickly smile with a more natural one. “Besides, it’s hard not to notice when you wanted diamond earrings for your last birthday.”
At the end of the day, the telepath wasn’t as stubborn as his friend, despite all pretenses otherwise. He would stop arguing when the other man was dead-set on staying in a restaurant, surrounded by food, when he was obviously ill and at most 2/3 conscious. Although if Josh did fall asleep, they were leaving; Sean drew the line there. “If you’re sure,” he remarked for finality’s sake, before making a last-minute determination about what type of sandwich he wanted. “At least not boring enough to make you fall asleep,” he added, since his relative level of “interesting” was a topic of his self-deprecating humor.
“Be sure to drink something,” he reminded the other man, while he waited for a waitress to come over and take their order. He still thought this was a foolish decision on the Josh’s part, but at least this way he could keep an eye on his friend over lunch, rather than letting him out of his sight to do...whatever he might do at the office before finally admitting that he was, in fact, sick again.
