The light in the darkness.

Jonathan's cheeks went red enough that the very slight, pale freckles scattered over them were visible. And even worse, his pants seemed to be tightening a little, which was even more embarrassing. He shifted, trying to keep her far enough from there so she wouldn't feel anything... suspicious. 

  The temptation to pour the water in his face was too great, so she set it aside untouched. "No, you didn’t ask me to come here or lose sleep. But I did." Moving away from him, she finally sat back down in the chair that had been her bed until he’d woken up. Putting her fingertips to her forehead, she sighed, “Distrust or not, I did it all because I cared."

Jonathan held still in the bed, eyes closed. Moving and talking were both great efforts and he realized despite it all, he was a little tired. He needed to rest, so that when the time came that he checked himself out of this place, he'd be ready. 

  "Come with me. I know a good cafe down the corner. I could get you a cup of coffee if you’d repay me with a nice conversation," he said with a good smile. His cheeks pushed up the mask ever so slightly, revealing something red that wasn’t supposed to be red; and did it move? Was that a ligament?

Strange. Very strange. Jonathan was nearly certain he had students who were just as odd, but they tended to keep their distance from him. He was still half-certain the man was some sort of roleplayer or street performer. 

  Old man. She snorted as she read the text before leaning back in her bed. Alcohol was something that didn’t quite give her courage but it did make her relax. Depressant, she knew what it did to the body and how it uniquely affected her own. Her choice of poison usually was whiskey drowned in some carbonated beverage or wine drowned in fruit juice. And both were once in a blue moon things. But she was going through something she hated.

Her words were slurring and Jonathan did not have much experience with drunk people, but Clarice, he could tell, was drunk. "Jonathan, please," he corrected, because Dr. Crane was fine, but Crane on its own was abhorrent - just an ugly reminder of the family he had no part of, the father he would one day smite.

ppl who rp your kinks with u

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Your-- *vague gesturing*

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how the hell did we get the idea pink isn’t a cool colour