#thread.javed

Bijan wasn't too secretive about those whom he flirted with, he was perhaps far too bold about it all, picking out men he thought were attractive and coming on strong. He would get invested, all his interest would be on that one person. Sadly, he also didn't really recall who he'd show interest to before in a negative light. When it didn't go fast enough for him, or when he lost interest, he would quickly stop. But later he would attempt it again, not always, but often enough.

He smiled as Javed walked into the staff area, appreciating the other's beauty once again. As if it hadn't been appreciated before, perhaps he'd forgotten, perhaps he thought he could just as easily roll into it. Bijan's brain didn't work the same way most brains did, he got confused and distracted and then obsessed. Though he'd never call it an obsession.

"Hi," he said, joining Javed at the coffee maker, getting a mug for himself. "We haven't spoken in a while," he added, he was smiling the way he would smile at men he wanted to get with.

Bijan ran his hand through his hair as Javed stood waiting in front of his desk, he used the walking stick to guide him into getting up from his seated position. "Well, I am glad you like it," he said, smiling forcefully. The fact that Javed had noticed meant he was spending a bit more time than usual noticing things about him in particular, he wondered if that meant something. Their relationship had been a bumpy one, and Bijan thought he'd cashed in all his opportunities and his usual obsessive nature had put a clear end to things. "I think a few more months and I'll be completely grey," he added.

But his heart was still hurt, the position for TA for his department was open now, no more Colson to fill his mugs with tea, his walks were lonely and solemn. He stared at Javed for a moment, this need to fill the spaces that were left bare was incredible. But he dared not to fill them too quickly, just in case Colson came back.

"Would you be interested in taking a walk with me?" he asked. "I have to keep my leg from getting stuck," he added.

Abhinav wasn’t one to ignore being social for too long, not even in the face of tragedy. Though… It depended on the tragedy as well. When his wife died, he hadn’t gone out for weeks. This tragedy was one of a different magnitude, but he’d still managed to move between home and work for the first three weeks after and not seek out anyone or anything besides. His kids didn’t seem worried, perhaps they were far too busy doing their things. It was summer vacation after all, and they needed to have some fun, to spend some time with friends and with summer jobs and not be concerned about the state of things. Like he was. Usually. And he didn’t even need to be directly related to anything to worry about that. He simply needed his own thoughts, those would be enough. 

The only way to break from the feeling of isolation and worry, was to go out into the world and distract himself with the means to be social. 

He spotted Javed by the bar, and walked to join him there. Familiar faces were always easier to talk with, and it wasn't against his personal policy to not speak with his patients. It wasn’t as if he was suddenly going to talk about one’s reason to be needing a psychiatrist. "Hi Javed. How have you been?"