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THIS IS LIKE THE START OF OUR QPP RELATIONSHIP IN MUSE FORM

White walls, white tiles, white noise. The occasional crimson stain, but there was little more to his clinic.

Yet today, he finds that he’s greeted by locks of ginger hair.

Not so literally, of course--that particular color merely stuck out to him. It always would.

He would love to claim that he hadn’t noticed her initially, as he sits in his leatherback chair, legs crossed while ink rapidly dances across his paper.

But he can’t. His gaze flickers on and over towards the door prior to her even entering.

He sees hair first, it’s always her hair, and then her face. Something in his chest stirs, and for a moment, a single word attempts to part from his lips, so desperate to escape through gaps between his gritted teeth: Diana.

But she isn’t Diana, and he knows well she won’t ever be.

His features are softening, and he’s well aware, because even if it isn’t Diana it’s Luna and truth be told that did little good for his heart. She’s found him, and he knew she would, she was competent, she was clever, she was docile, she was so much more than what his blueprints once entailed.

She’s devoted, too. Some part of him loathes that.

He doesn’t look at her as he speaks. He gaze flickers towards her, only for a second, and then towards the side, and then the chair that sits across from his desk and towards his papers once again. 

“Take a seat,” he starts.

“And tell me what you last remember.”

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