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Cordelia gave a slight nod as he spoke, making sure that she kept smiling, if somewhat weakly; just so that she didn’t alarm him. She wasn’t sure what to do next. Her hand raised out of its own accord, subconsciously scratching the small hickey Kaiden had accidentally left on her neck, 'annoying little shit.' "I’d go talking to the staff if I were you. I… Hell, I shouldn’t even be telling you this, seeing as the patients would kill me if they found out–– Heaven knows I shouldn’t tell you about it, but some of the guards are pretty slack around here. As long as you provide them with a bit of money, or flirt with them, then you’ll more or less get a hold of anything you want." Cordelia shrugged, knowing that she’d more or less fucked up her own chances of smuggling alcohol into the place. 'One week since I last had a… sip. I can do this.'

The hickey. But how do I prove it’s from him? He never told me her name. I can’t be sure. If he is, I find this really funny. I’m treating my friend’s girlfriend. This shouldn’t be funny. I’m supposed to be profession, but fuck it’s hilarious. Like he has to find out from me how she’s doing mentally… or maybe I’ll have to find out from him if she continues the way she is. I feel like every few minutes she keeps lying to me. This will not do. Not do at all.

"must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. no specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required but would prefer a warm spirited non racist. cynics, critics, pessimists, and “stick in the muds” need not apply. voluptuous figures a plus. any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to mary poppins, claire huxtable, snow white, or elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. i am dubious of actresses, fellons and lesbians but dont want to rule them out entirely. must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, james taylor, and sleeping late. i have a slight limp, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of autumn. i once misinterpreted being called a coal-eyed dandy as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. i wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. all i want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts.

"Yeah, no…please try not to crush our souls! That doesn’t sound like fun! Ooh, I love Harry Potter! Umbridge was so mean, but she was really funny in the movie!", Siren giggled. "Ooh, YES! I’d love to!", she almost shouted, clapping excitedly. "I love duets! I never really sang jazz, but maybe you could teach me some? That’s so cool though! That’s a pretty big leap though, jazz music to psychiatry? But you seem like you’d be a cool Doctor to have around, so that’s cool that you decided to come and spend your time with us crazies", she giggled, making a silly, ‘crazy’ face.

Siren was so energetic! Jasper just knew she would be such a great influence on Grey. He needed to make sure to continue to encourage Grey to be friendly with her. “My sister loves Harry Potter. She always dresses up as Hermione for Halloween.” At the facility she’s in. Nevertheless, he laughed, because Cassandra would always look so cute with her red hair trying to pretend to be Hermione. He always tries to get her to dress up as Ginny, but she just loves Hermione so much he never succeeded. “I could definitely teach you, or I could sing pop. I’m able to sing pop too.” He smiled. “It is a big jump, but I had my reasons why I did so. I’d like to hope that I’m ‘cool’. I like to call you guys ‘special’, because crazies sounds so… mean… you know?” He smiled.

Sophia nodded. “I’ve been trying to do some more research myself, based on a lot of the patients that I’ve worked with…. I even wrote my Graduate Thesis on the subject, but it can get so frustrating when you’re working with people who seem to think that everything is fine the way it is”, she shook her head. “One of my patients at my old facility was admitted for depression, and it was after we’d been doing therapy for a while that she was diagnosed as a Psychopath as well. One of the Doctors I worked with tried to insist that I needed to extend her stay, and have her marked as dangerous, even though she’d never committed any crimes, or seemed in any way truly dangerous”, she sighed. “Sometimes, I feel like….people just don’t want to list. I’ve had so many people try to tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, but to be completely honest….I was hoping that at some point, I could compile of publish my findings”, she admitted. “It’s also hard to be taken seriously as a woman, researching such a stigmatized subject. It gets so frustrating, especially because I worked so hard to get to where I am, and to be taken seriously”. It was true. She’d met so many people who’d tried to tell her she was wrong, or that she was wasting her time, or that she’d never be a reputable Doctor, and it frustrated her immensely, though it had only made her more and more determined to succeed.

As she talked, Jasper wondered if there was anything he could do to get her published. He knew many powerful people in the world. He wondered if he could talk to someone at one of the dinner parties that he’s supposed to go to once he settled in. Maybe he’d stop avoiding them, and maybe he would ask her to go with him so she could talk to some of his associates. He was sure she would impress them. If they were friends of his parents that meant that they were likely to be open-minded about these things. He was sure he could in a good word for her at least. “You know, my family name has a lot of weight in this area. I bet I could get a publisher to come to a dinner party. You could probably talk to them, and show them out great your point is. I’d love to let the whole world see how wrong their point of view is. I agree with you that this needs to be changed.”

Shana sighed, and sat back, stopping in her attempts to flirt. “I’m sorry, I really am….I didn’t mean to miss therapy…you’re actually not too bad to talk to”, she smiled. “I really do just want to talk” she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. “Please can I stay? Please? I’ll stop stealing your food”, she added, joking, cracking a small smile.

Jasper pulled off his coat and held it out to her. “You wear this, and I’ll allow you to stay. Long as you treat this like a therapy session, and yes… don’t eat my food.” Jasper wanted this to be clear that he was allowing her in there only, so she could talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. 

"I’ll settle for calling you Chipmunk for now, then." Kaiden smirked toothily, before his brows shot up with intrigue as Jasper spoke of cooking. "You and me both; I quite literally burn almost anything I attempt to cook.” With a small smile, he shrugged a shoulder. “I thought I’d clarify, before you question my taste in women,” he joked lightly. “Monogamous?” Humming in thought, Kaiden tilted his head to the side as he idly flicked away a few leaves sitting atop the motorcycle handles. “I suppose you’re right to assume that.”

“Oh don’t do that. I’ll find you an equally annoying and embarrassing nickname if you do.” Jasper laughed warmly as he listened to Kaiden talk about cooking. “I’m glad someone understands me. Cooking is just not my thing. I can’t do it.” Jasper had always asked his mother if she wanted any help with cooking, but she always told him that she had it, or she would get him to do the dishes or set the table. He was just horrible at managing to prepare meals for himself. The only thing he could cook was ramen noodles and grilled cheese.