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Who: Tom Hanniger and James Wilson
What: Tom's out of his meds. Wilson doesn't really know his history when it comes to lacking that.
Where: The hospital.
When: Late night.
Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, etc.
It didn't seem as bad as he thought it would be for the most part. The things he had done to keep his prescription medicines before moving in with Wilson was just dealing under the table because of the murders he'd committed. Tom wasn't a bad guy. He was just...a little sick. He knew he was a little sick and he still tried as hard as he could to keep himself under control. He tried not to come off as less of a flight risk but he didn't want to get caught and put in jail. He really didn't. Tom actually seemed to like New Jersey more than he thought it was for the most part. He was all the more happier with the life that he got. Especially since moving in with Wilson. He was just trying to make sure nothing was triggering any sort of mental break that could end up just another Valentine's Day massacre as he walked through the hallways, carrying the lunchbox he'd filled with lunches.
Tom ended up stopping right in front of Wilson's office door, pursing his lips together as he knocked lightly and peeked his head inside. "James? I brought..." He stuck the lunch box inside before stepping a little inside. "I brought you dinner." He honestly did have nothing better to do with his life, so it helped to have something to focus on.
What: Tom's out of his meds. Wilson doesn't really know his history when it comes to lacking that.
Where: The hospital.
When: Late night.
Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, etc.
It didn't seem as bad as he thought it would be for the most part. The things he had done to keep his prescription medicines before moving in with Wilson was just dealing under the table because of the murders he'd committed. Tom wasn't a bad guy. He was just...a little sick. He knew he was a little sick and he still tried as hard as he could to keep himself under control. He tried not to come off as less of a flight risk but he didn't want to get caught and put in jail. He really didn't. Tom actually seemed to like New Jersey more than he thought it was for the most part. He was all the more happier with the life that he got. Especially since moving in with Wilson. He was just trying to make sure nothing was triggering any sort of mental break that could end up just another Valentine's Day massacre as he walked through the hallways, carrying the lunchbox he'd filled with lunches.
Tom ended up stopping right in front of Wilson's office door, pursing his lips together as he knocked lightly and peeked his head inside. "James? I brought..." He stuck the lunch box inside before stepping a little inside. "I brought you dinner." He honestly did have nothing better to do with his life, so it helped to have something to focus on.