the lab is cold - the lab is always cold. within, our angel is hard at work & oblivious to the clock ( despite the many around the room. ) her research isn't necessarily demanding her attention but angela is far too used to keeping odd hours at this point. plus . . . the depth of resources at overwatch's disposal sing to her like a siren's song when she struggles to sleep anyway.
she never minded being alone for all those hours. she would never expect anyone, the physicians under her management or otherwise, to work as she does. it would be unfair -- our doctor's standards are not meant to be met by normal people. angela is used to being the only presence in the lab. ( the only presence in the medical wing. ) but on a rare occasion, she's lucky enough to have another unusual person around.
conversations with genji are always a treat but especially so when he can keep her company during the wee hours of the morning. over two cups of burnt coffee, their conversations vary in topic constantly. his more spiritual perspective on the world always interests her. tonight is more personal than usual -- vulnerable.
@ryuhart says . . . ❝ I have this dream of being whole, of not going to sleep each night, wanting. ❞ from x
his admission sends hairline fractures through her heart. she can't help but hurt for him though our angel is smart enough to know that any expression of pity would be terribly received. the adjustment to his new body is going to take a long time, they've discussed it at length. even just his extreme change in diet during these early stages would be enough to drive a normal person crazy. having to adapt to an entire new way of living, of feeling the world around him . . . angela reaches out, gently placing her hand on his in an attempt at comfort. she wishes she could do more but hopefully physical touch soothes him.
❝ do you dream of the past ? or can you see a future with that feeling ? ❞
