decker, julian.

Handling a former inpatient client is one thing, getting to work on one who has been trammeled between hospitals for four years and has had one of the most disturbing, complex cases he’s ever chanced upon is a whole different challenge. Granted, Julian has witnessed many improvements throughout their appointments, but when an individual has undergone as much physical pain as she had as a child concern shouldn’t be discounted to avoid a mental turbulence that could impel them back to where the tragedy started. However, he is relieved to hear she’s still willing to resume treatment despite being emotionally taciturn in which he can of course understand. He speculates that in her point of view he’s just a doctor, another one who is there to probe her mind like a helpless guinea pig again.

He presses and sips on his bristling coffee and when the door chimes, he looks up to see her coming in. Miss Alcott is on the tip of his tongue but he corrects himself quickly, remembering that things have changed and she much prefers the surname she’s adopted now. “Mrs. Moon.” He smiles, his professional barrier is up but still approachable. “You’re early today. Please, take a seat.” He gestures, choosing to stand for the time being with his hip against his desk. “How are you feeling? Would you like some coffee?” Julian moves, his fingers splayed over his files. He’s got a few information to share but he thinks starting light would be better.

Tyler was, to say the least, exhausted. It had been a full twenty-four hours since he’d gotten any sleep, having worked both of his jobs back to back. A shift at the club he worked at had gone well, he’d made plenty of tips and had bought himself a pack of Marlboro’s on the way home, but then he’d gotten a call at three in the morning from the 24-hour diner he worked at. They needed him to come in ASAP, one of the other servers having called out, and he needed the money so he couldn’t say no. 

Finally, around noon, he’d managed to escape work and start his route home. Between the tips he’d made at both jobs he had enough to treat himself to some coffee and a snack at the local Starbucks. Thank fucking god. He sat in the corner of the shop at one of the tables, venti black coffee and a muffin sitting in front of him, with his elbow propped on the table and his chin in his hand. He was dozing, barely able to keep himself awake, but he forced his eyes open when he faintly registered someone talking to him. “I’m sorry - what was that?” Tyler rubbed a hand across his face, blinking once, twice, trying to focus his vision. “I was, uh - sleepin’. Sorry, again.”

It’s quite rare to see Julian Decker not behaving with the composition of a jaded and bound sixty years old businessman but the man is starved, having relied his whole week on his assistant to feed him the healthiest meals possible and he was by no means met with a satisfactory fruition. He’s done tailing on the boilerplate his doctors have suggested, and pinpointed a cheat day for himself to eat anything to his heart’s desire. A plate of two croissants and a classic coffee cake accompanied by his scorching americano. It’s enough to make even the most standoffish man alive coo like an overjoyed toddler. 

Sip in, fork out. He’s close to chowing on his first bite when a fellow visitor next to him rounds himself awake. Julian almost drops his utensil but his mobility serves him well this time around, no need to embarrass himself even more. Although confused, he prefers staying polite and in turn regards him with a light smile. “I didn’t say anything. It’s okay.” He assures, gentle, and just like that he zaps into professionalism. Problem sleeping, jumpiness. A lot on his mind? “I didn’t wake you though, did I?” 

carson pulled up his sleeve to show his new tattoo to the other, “what do you think? i’m still going back and forth, does it at least look good?”, he asked. he had just walked in for a random walk in for this tattoo, hadn’t meticulously researched and over-prepared like he had for every other and despite knowing different, feared that the tattoo looked bad, that he had made a mistake that was more or less permanent. “should i have gone for bob instead? or maybe gene?”, he asked as he turned back to the appetizers in front of him, his shirt sleeve slipping down as he sighed. 

Circling his index finger and thumb around his tie to bind it, Julian doesn’t forbid himself from raking his eyes in the direction of the tattoo though in a manner that is still considered complaisant to most or so he wishes. Tattoos don’t interest him at all, a golden boy even from the root of his birth with his preferences acting as his only “sins” according to his parents. He narrows his eyes and thinks he should have contemplated a shot of espresso earlier to deviate his apprehensiveness away from this unconventional conversation. “I’m not too familiar with the show.” His response is smacked with his million dollar smile. “But it does look decorous. How do you feel about it?” 

“This will probably sound odd.” The blonde began, dog leash in hand as she stood on the sidewalk, doing her daily walk for one of her clients. “but do you ever sometimes want to dress up and ask someone to dance with you? Just even in the middle of a coffee shop, or on the sidewalk. Then he’d kiss you like Clark Gable and you’d go on your way?” She bit her lip softly, letting out a sigh. “That is probably just me isn’t it? This is awkward I really shouldn’t daydream out loud.”

@primmstart​

“While I don’t personally find Gable to be an accurate depiction of what an idealistic partner should be nor behave, I wouldn’t blame you or anyone for wanting to pursue the seemingly gripping love story that they have chosen to present in the movie. I’ve grown out of that phase myself and would simply be satisfied with a person’s humility.” He has never developed a true fondness for the corny representation, finding it impractical and painting a false desire. Julian is quite the realist for someone whose occupation is shone as distributing others hope. “Nothing wrong with daydreaming either, so long as you don’t find yourself too carried away.” 

“Oh wow. Let’s see. Men who are strong-willed and confident but not exceedingly cocksure. Someone who is a little more adventurous than I am to balance our lives but can also be gentle when needed.”