[for numbered_doctor] Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me ...

[prodefibrillist]

Six months after Kutner tried to kill himself, he was sitting on the curb outside the out-patient facility, waiting for his ride

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[numbered_doctor]

For a good while she was angry at him, and that included raging at Kutner shortly after she had found him, calling him all sorts of idiot for not talking to anybody, if that's how he felt.

Be that as it may, there is a familiar, silver car pulling up to the curb a good fifteen minutes before it's supposed to, along with an equally familiar face stepping out of it.

[prodefibrillist]

He looked up when he heard the car pulled up and managed to get a small smile as he pushed to his feet.

"Hey, Remy."

[numbered_doctor]

There's a mirroring smile on the woman's face as she steps up to Kutner, looking up at him for the briefest of moments before hugging him in greeting.

"Hey."

Very talkative, these two.

[prodefibrillist]

He hugged her back, staying close for the moment before pulling back to look at her.

"You look good."