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Chocolate now? [Oct. 30th, 2009|04:53 pm]
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::closes out Ensign Larson's file, adding reminder of next scheduled session to planner::

::leans back in seat to kick feet up on desk, moving eyes from wrist chronometer to door, with a silent plea dropped between...somehow, slow space brings out the need for therapy in everyone::

::of course, half of those 'therapy' sessions primarily consist of sitting and listening patiently to complaints about Command's hurry up and wait tendency::

::looks out porthole to right of desk...well, yes, it would be nice to go somewhere::

::suppresses self-depressing sigh, pulling feet back to floor when terminal chimes to announce incoming call::

::and another, when origin becomes obvious::

Counselor Troi. How can I help you today, Tom?

From: dr_moira_paris
2009-11-11 03:11 am (UTC)
::feels one side of mouth tilt despite self::

Whatever makes you feel better.

::sobers quickly, leaning forward to stare again::


I said some pretty unfair things the last time we spoke. I'm sorry.
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[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-11-11 03:18 am (UTC)
::shifts in shared discomfort...neither handing out or receiving apologies are a Paris forte::

To be perfectly honest, I don't remember what you said.

I just remember the sadness on your face. I'm sorry for putting it there.
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From: dr_moira_paris
2009-11-11 04:06 am (UTC)
...stop that.

::blinks forcefully, drawing self up and putting on firmest expression::

It's been a long time. There's no point in back-tracking, and I know it's not something you would call just to do.

You were looking for me. Why...really?
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