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[armydoctor]

The library was quiet, peaceful, and Watson had settled down in a comfy easy chair with a few thick books, medical texts, psychology texts, whatever had struck his fancy. He was flipping through them idly, occassionally humming in interest, or frowning. A century of medical progress was more than a little daunting at times, miles beyond what he

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[musicisgone]

Jason, for his part, has been trying to read things. Not just things, but... Things. Like Great Gatsby and The Scarlet Letter and Faulkner... Things. Because he enjoys it, because he misses having to write papers about them a little bit, honestly, and because what the hell else is he going to do with himself? He's coming to the library to change out his books and hopefully find something a little more fun than his last selection, maybe some Vonnegut or something, and he's not expecting to find anyone there when he walks in.

"Oh. Hey, Dr. Watson."

[armydoctor]

Looking up, Watson's face broke into a broad smile. "Jason! What a pleasure it is. How are you keeping yourself?"

To be truthful, he had never really got over worrying about the boy, over feeling like he had some sort of responsibility for him, though he knew intellectually he really had no claim at all, and he hated to think he might overstep his boundaries. In Jason's place, he thought he wouldn't like that at all.

"What brings you around here today?"

[musicisgone]

Admittedly, it's... unsettling, kind of, that someone would be that intent about looking after his welfare. He isn't used to it, at all, far more used to taking care of himself. Or, you know... Not. That someone would be that into his welfare is kind of embarrassing, but he also can't deny that he needs something, someone to attach himself to. Someone's expectations he should live up to. Watson's a good candidate for that.

"I'm alright, thanks." He is, mostly, alright. "I'm just looking for books... What about you?"

[armydoctor]

"Well, I found some books," he returned, good-naturedly, and he lifted the book in his lap to emphasize the fact. "I think I had the same plan you do. Come, sit down. I wouldn't mind some company."

He gestured to the nearby chair, and laid his hands over the pages of his book as he leaned forward. "What have you found to read? My curiosity is entirely selfish, mind you. I'm usually out for something diverting, myself."