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[dysfunctionjnct]

In his intrepid quest to see that his absence did not affect Arkham's day to day routine, Dr. Huang finds himself stopping in with some of the more coherent patients. Victor, in particular, is something of an institution, or a sort of thermometer by whose reactions he can better gauge the general situation, particularly now that his cell is out of

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[colder_comfort]

"Just a moment." He slips the glasses on and goes to turn on the lights before sitting on his bed in full view of the door. It's important to make your guests feel at easy when they visit. Especially if they control your access to computers, books, and everything of value.

"Come in, please."

[dysfunctionjnct]

Huang enters when Victor says, offering him an only slightly strained smile over the ubiquitous armful of files he seems intent on toting about everywhere.

"Hello, Victor. How are you today?"

[colder_comfort]

"Quite well, thank you. I really like it up here, much more than in the basement." There's a chair pulled out for Huang, if he'd like to sit, and room for his files to be put down.

"And you? How are you?"

[dysfunctionjnct]

"Thank you," he says, for the chair, sitting. "I'm doing much better." Far fewer nightmares about the inmates! "We won't be moving you to the basement again, though we will have to undergo some renovations. And while Dr. Drake didn't say who had been interested in having a garden, I thought if it wasn't you, you might be interested anyway to know that that's been approved."