#sonoflayton

It honestly looked more like the interrogation room, one of the desks pulled to the center of the room, Lucy sat in one of the swivel chairs, elbows on the desk, fingers steepled.

In front of her were the secret admirer letters, and a small video player.

So when the door opens, she’s ready.

“Now.... ya maybe wonderin’... why I’ve asked y’t’come ‘ere...” Ignore the fact that it’s literally their office, and he would’ve come there anyway.

(( You never want me to be brutally honest, but okay ))

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“... He isn’t dead unless there’s a body to prove it... Unless we get official info from the Yard to confirm your father’s passing, he’s still alive out there... Whether you dislike it or not.” Riff’s tone was calm but firm despite her client lashing out at her for calling out his lie.

Al vc: I HATE THIS!!!!!

@sonoflayton​ said to professorunaging: His dad might not have *actually* disowned him, but Al's still livid. "God fucking dammit!" Since he offered, Al punches him in the arm. Gently. The action doesn't make him feel any better, he just feels guilty afterward, even though he knows his father can't feel anything. "...Sorry."

The swearing does get him to momentarily frown, but Hershel doesn’t remark on it. Instead, he allows his son to sock him in the shoulder... but he can tell the punch wasn’t thrown very hard, gauging on the knockback being almost nonexistent. It’s still a very interesting experiment in how pain just doesn’t factor into his ‘unlife’ anymore.

[Hershel decided to follow his patients’ desires, and immediately went about to disinfect the wound. Then, he began to bandage the wound. Fortunately, he hadn’t broken it. But the amount of blood was concerning.]

“Are you feeling dizzy?”

While he doesn’t know much about  Alfendi ‘s life he did know that the young man was struggling. Trying to go to school and work, he overheard something about trying to take care of a younger sibling at home as well. Life was hitting this boy hard and he didn’t seem that he had much help.

God where the hell could his stupid brother be?

{♟}” I know things are stressful on your end that you’re exhausted. You have so much on your plate and you don’t really have anyone to turn to. You are much stronger than you think but even people who are strong get tired. Its understandable and justified that you feel this way.”

{♟}” I know I’m probably just a professor to you but listen. If you need help with anything you can come to me about it. You shouldn't have to struggle on your own. I will be happy to help. You are my student and I care” What he wishes he could say is that he was his Uncle but no....Now wasn’t the time to tell him.