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[whoshotsherlock]

Who: Greg, "Remington"
What: Coming to terms with change.
When: August 28th, Backdate (afternoonish)
Where: Hyperion, court yard

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[warp_ring_tech]

Remington was talking a walk in the court yard today. The sun was nice and he wanted to get away from the corrupt beings of the Hyperion. His patients with them was wearing thin and his operation had been going nowhere.

As he turned a corner he spotted Mr. Sanders. A small smirk developed on his features when he caught the lost expression on his face. Replacing the smirk with a worried look, he moved over to Greg.

"Are you alright?" the red echidna asked as he stepped in front of Greg, his shadow casting over the human.

[whoshotsherlock]

"Hm?" Greg blinked and looked up, brown eyes tired and oddly distant. "Oh. Yeah. 'mfine," he muttered, dragging a hand through his fluffy hair in order to wake himself up a bit.

"Hey... you're that guy who helped Miku a while back, aren't you?"

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Remington nodded and smiled. He held out his hand for Greg to shake.

"My name is Remington. Nice to officially meet you."

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Greg shook his hand firmly, managing a smile.

"You too. Sorry I wasn't there to help more when that went down. Haku fixed her up, though."

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Remington nodded.

"It is alright. It was one of those things no one expects to happen. That Alyssa is one tough bitch though. I was just glad I could help Miku. So, may I ask what it is you are going out here alone, Mr. Sanders?"

[whoshotsherlock]

"Yeah, she is," Greg sighed with a distinctive 'you don't have to tell me twice' scowl.

"Nothing, really," he admitted to the question, swinging himself a little bit with his feet. It wasn't a total lie.

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Remington tilted his head before looking a bit sheepish.

"I don't mean to pry but...you being out here all alone...in such a secluded place...it seems to me you wanted to be alone." Remington hoped he wasn't coming on too strong. But if something was bothering Greg he wanted to know, perhaps he could exploit it later.

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Greg shrugged a little, toeing the dirt beneath the swing with his shoe absently. He didn't seem to want to meet Remington's gaze, even though normally he was hardly one to let something get to him that badly.

"Kinda, yeah."

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Remington nodded, his face remaining neutral with a hint of sadness.

"You know...if you want to talk about it. I am a good listener. I might be able to understand. You know...they say there are only some things you can tell a stranger."

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"Heh... I'unno. That saying was always a little fishy to me. But I'm kinda paranoid like that. Comes with working for law enforcement, I think," Greg admitted, forcing out a tiny smile.

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Remington smiled and laughed a bit.

"True. But we know each other's names, so we aren't strangers. Think of me as an open ear. That's if you wanna talk about it. If not, we can talk about something else."

[whoshotsherlock]

"I guess."

He let out a pent up sigh, kicking at the dirt again.

"It's not like there's much to say about it, really..."

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"You know...in my experience when people say that they tend to have something on their minds." Remington was hoping he could get Greg to open up. Whatever it was seemed to be something quiet good. And he wanted to know.

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"Just wondering if I really did the right thing..." Greg finally said quietly, "I was trying to help some one, but when he said that he couldn't deal with being here anymore... the only thing I could think of was telling him to leave. Not because I couldn't help him, but because he's the kinda guy who doesn't always think to take care of himself first. And I figured being away from what was stressing him out would be the only way he could do that."

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Remington nodded as he listened.

"I think you did the right thing. Ones mental health should always be accounted for. When I...when I was freed from Eggman's concentration camp...I lost my will to fight. I couldn't think of struggling anymore after struggling for a year in that place. Not that staying being did me any good. But that was on Mobius in the middle of a war. I am sure your friend can take care of himself. Some time alone will help him regather his wits and help him realize he can get through whatever it is he is going through. You did what a true friend is supposed to do."

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"I guess."

Greg shrugged again, frowning thoughtfully.

"Gonna miss him, though. Feel like I'm losing all my close friends lately, for various reasons."