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[action] April 20th, blanket cw for untreated mental illness, possible discussions of past abuse

[boneshears]

[He makes the point of taking the day off, leaving the coroner's office to the care of the assistants. He's never been the sort to consider talking to someone like this before, and he hesitates by the door. There's a part of him that worries about opening up about things: even if it is because he wants to be...]

[Not better. Just okay.]

[He perches, stiff backed while he waits, until it actually gets to the time of his appointment, and then, briskly, he enters, quietly shutting the door behind him while he waits to be called through.]

[When the Doctor - not yet a monster once more - opens the door, Gabriel rises. He'll do that, at least, as a handshake is not forthcoming.]

Doctor Dickens? Doctor Morgenstern. Apologies if I'm early.

[doctorize]

[Danny doesn't seem to mind the lack of an offered handshake as he tips his head in acknowledgement when the other man stands. It wouldn't be the first time he's had patients that did not care for handshakes or the like.]

No, not at all! You're just in time, sir.

[He politely guides him to where they can talk more privately: his office isn't very clinical looking in comparison to some doctors, going with the couch and armchairs theme a lot of therapists tend to have, as well as a couple of plants and bookcases to bring life to the room.]

Please, sit wherever you like!

[boneshears]

[At least he doesn't comment. That's already put him head and shoulders over the last one he was assigned to see. He follows into the office, flicking eyes to the couch, but ultimately settles for an armchair, seating himself somewhat awkwardly.]

Thank you.

[He crosses his ankles, folding arms across his chest. Nervous. Not as poised as he might like to be.]

I'm... Still not sure this is the best idea. I don't even know where to begin with any of this.

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[Danny takes a seat opposite the other man, a clipboard placed to his side. However, he makes no move to write anything in it yet, so at least he's not taking physical notes on it if he's noticed how nervous the other doctor is.]

Start with whatever feels easiest for you: it can even just be a simple introduction with your name and profession, or anything else you feel comfortable sharing for now before I start asking any questions of you.

[boneshears]

Doctor Gabriel Morgenstern. Coroner. Formerly FBI Special Agent-in-Charge Lux. Formerly a Director, until an... Indiscretion saw me demoted.

[It's a polite way of putting it, at least. But he doesn't typically lead with the harsher things.]

I... Contacted you as I've had it mentioned to me by several people both here and back in my place of origin that I should 'seek help'. It's not been something I've ever had an interest in. But the other life I was given when we were put in the other Bavan made me... Well. More interested.

[He examines his claws to give himself something to look at and to do something that isn't nervously darting eyes about the room.]

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[Danny makes a mental note of that indiscretion comment, but does not ask about it yet, instead focusing on the second part of what he said.]

What was this other life in Bavan like, then? If you don't mind my asking, of course.

[boneshears]

I wasn't the same man. That place took our memories from us, including all memories of a life before here. For me that meant taking away everything from my past. For better or worse. It had married me to my partner, we had a medical practice, and had us adopt a son. When it fell apart I got all the old memories back.

[Other Bavan wasn't real, so talking about the life there doesn't feel wrong.]

You arrived just after it, didn't you? I'm afraid you've joined or rejoined us all at peak uproar.

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[Danny offers a slightly sheepish smile at that.]

So I've been told. I almost regret that I didn't experience it for myself, if only so that I could help relate better to the circumstances.

cw: violence? arm removal? gore? nothing graphic description wise

[boneshears]

[He grins toothily.]

Might reconsider that, from some of the stories others have. Heard there was even a serial killer on the loose. Nothing so exciting on my front. Just cut some boy's arm off with a saw.

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[oh my god]

Dare I even ask why that was considered necessary?

more arm sawing cw

[boneshears]

Oh, he was already doing it himself. [He inspects his claws. Serene.] It's difficult to get proper leverage for going through bone that way, though. I just helped him along.

[doctorize]

... Okay, normally I would ask why this boy was already doing this to himself, but I feel like we may be getting off topic the further we continue down this road.

[We're supposed to be talking about helping you, not... about sawing off some kid's arm??]

[boneshears]

Be pointless to ask regardless; I don't know why.

[He sighs.]

But you're right, I'm... Being evasive. Don't like folks knowing anything about me.

[doctorize]

I can't say that you're alone in that regard: most people don't want others knowing too much about them, truth be told.

Even so, do you mind if I ask what your reasons are for that?

[boneshears]

[He's silent a minute. He could fall back on the old lie - that it would jeopardise people who got too close - but... What would be the point?]

Because I know they won't like what they find when they do. Even if they don't balk at the overall... Sharpness of me, they don't like finding that it's deliberate to keep people from finding out the rest.