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[doc_w]

Clair makes her way to Dom's office. She knows this is a conversation that might not even occur, but, damnit, she was going to try.

She knocks on Dom's door, then.

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[shoppingmaster]

"It is open! Step right in."

He sounds very awake, and in a good mood.

[doc_w]

So she does!

"Hey, Dom. Feel like seeing how long we go before the conversation gets shut down from the inside?"

She closes the door behind her, not as though that's going to grant them much privacy.

[shoppingmaster]

"Sure...?" He's lying on his back on his wide, brown leather couch, tossing a handball up near the ceiling and catching it. There was paperwork all over his desk, and the phone was off the hook.

Typical sort of day for Dominic.

[doc_w]

She sits on a nearby chair.

"I'm sure you've noticed that Z's tumbled headfirst into another huge depression, not that he's ever managed to crawl out of the last one." A sigh. "I love him, but ... this is getting to be too much, you know? The doctor in me is itching to push antidepressants down his throat. I put B on speed dial a while back and I'm thinking of contacting her and sending him in her direction.

I'm just gonna ... need a little help."

Sheepish lil Clair.