#miirus

            ❛  eh —— ?? no no !! i’m not actually them !!             i often get mistaken for them though, sorry !!             besides, what are the chances of actually             meeting a idol, right?  ❜

   “My, my!” Henry smiled, entering the patient’s room of his private practice to see a familiar face. While the appointments were few and far in between, Henry was always glad to see River come in for his check-ups. River was one of his younger patients compared to all the old folks who frequented his little business, but who could blame the younger crowd? They put all their trust in bigger, more impressive hospitals. “How have you been, River?”

   He took a seat in the desk chair fashioned in the corner and rolled his way up to the other. “You certainly look much better from when I last saw you -- such resilience!” but the unspoken truth was that Henry knew something may have manifested the other. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a sensation about him that was different from the many people he interacted with on a daily basis. However, Henry couldn’t seem to shake off the need to keep his interactions with River frequent. It was as if he had an instinctual need to protect.