Doc didn't exactly have visitors to his room often but neither did he have very many possessions cluttering up his space so waiting for Jaime to come down to meet him didn't involve much neatening. It did involve getting out some of his precious stockpile of real snacks, though
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"Thanks."
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He took a slow breath and let it out again, examining Jaime's posture and expression with the automatic instinct to read body language that he'd had drilled into him since his toddler years.
"Where would you like to start?" he asked, keeping his voice to the level gentle tones he usually took with patients. Nobody who wanted to talk needed an interrogation.
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"Okay. So, if you guys have a file on me, you know what I do, right? I mean, back home? I help people. Super hero and all that." He ran a hand over the back of his neck, not quite looking at the doctor.
"And I like it. I mean. Helping people is fantastic. It's scary sometimes but I do it anyway. And. . .I don't. . .I mean. . ." He faltered, unsure of how to continue.
"I don't kill people." He finally manages to finish, the words tasting ashen in his mouth. Yes he did. He'd just killed who knew how many Ohm on the planet below. And who knew if they had hopes or dreams or aspirations, families or lovers?
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"Do you want to tell me about what happened exactly? It's alright if you don't want to relive it right now."
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