Intervention

[goshdarnniteowl]

Another day, another dollar. Another lunchbreak spent not eating lunch in the breakroom, but wandering Arkham's halls with a powerbar or two, checking up on the patients. He's got a split lip today, for... some reason, but that doesn't stop him from pausing to make conversation with some of the more sociable patients.

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[hopeyrhappytoo]

Another day, another dollar bet? Another day of going from therapy to group therapy to paperwork to therapy. Another day of bothering George. Poor George. As if he hasn't suffered enough.

So running into Dan in the halls is a nice break in routine, isn't it? "What happened to you? Bar brawl?" Oh, if only.

[goshdarnniteowl]

Ocrap, a doctor! And a doctor he's been sort-of-avoiding since New Years Eve, at that. "Accident," he explains, not quite looking her in the eye. (Not stuttering, at least -- he's been asked a few times before, today.) "I was working on my car, and, uh..." He tongues his lip. "Yeah. Kind of embarrassing."

...change of subject!

"How are you, Dr. Drake?"

[hopeyrhappytoo]

She's...pretty much just going to assume that you replaced your airbag with a spring-loaded boxing glove or something, because that's...an amazingly ridonkulous explanation, Dan.

"Uh huh! Oh, I'm fine. Just fine. Busy, busy." I mean look at all those files! And the books! She's just so busy. "...isn't this your lunchbreak?"

As if she's memorized everyone's schedule. She might've!

[goshdarnniteowl]

It really is. But it was the first thing he thought of, the first time someone asked, so he's sort of stuck with it now.

"....um... yeah." He looks a little sheepish, a little nervous. "I -- I've been trying to lose weight? So I've been walking..."

Dan, please stop lying to the nice shrink. You really, really suck at it.