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[Private to Jesse]

[He's trying not to be exhausted with everything. He's never been fond of death in any form or fashion. So he's tinkering and clanging, and in the background there's the light sounds of tinkering and the painful awareness that he's now the only one of himself around on the ship. He's not actually slept during port and since port. Since he's been working in the infirmary. But he's a Time Lord so that's more okay than it would be for most people]

Mr. Pinkman, where would you like to meet?

[Private to Friends, Family, and Companions]

It's ridiculous to ask if you're all right. I would be amazed if anyone who wondered into that place was [and he sincerely wishes he hadn't seen places like it, places that would kill you for being sad] but I must know.

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You're the one that called the meeting, Warden. I'm good. [Sorry, Doctor, he's convinced you're both going to be here for the next million years. Have fun with that!]

I won't presume nothing's been bothering you, but I needed to touch base. If there is, don't hesitate. I would prefer I know before someone is murdered again.

[His first inmate was the Joker. Then an angry goddess. Then another serial killer. All of which killed/try to kill people while he was wardening them.]

[He tries, again, not to react, but he's never been great at self-restraint, and the dual anger and guilt flash across his face before he can stop them. He wants to protest for a second, because he's not a murderer, he's not like that, but--

--fuck it, he is, right? Maybe the guy gets it better than he does. So he swallows the guilt and shakes his head coolly, his voice falling into the blank flatness it's been teasing this whole time.]

I got no plans to. [Not since both him and Richie got wardened up, anyway.] Just keeping my head down, looking after my people, that's all I got in mind.

When this all is taken care of, I'd like a drink in the pub- one that's acceptable. I can check on Mr. White as necessary. [He noticed that flash of expression, and he wonders who it is that Jesse would want to kill. Obviously someone. But he doesn't want to kill, does he?]

[He doesn't; not really. That's never, or always, been the problem, depending on how you look at it.]

Don't worry about Mr. White, I got it. He wouldn't like people he doesn't know messing around in his room. [He snorts, but almost sort of fondly.] And trust me, you do not want to see that guy with a bug up his ass. I mean, it's like detention on speed.

[On the contrary, the Doctor did want to see Mr. White bent out of shape. He was sure at some point he'd say something very necessary to be heard.]

Then let us know if there's any change. [He'll trust you with it, Jesse.]

...Yeah. Will do.

That's it? [He's expecting more of a... confrontation, here. Rehab talk, you don't have to be this way, self-acceptance, some bullshit like that. Not just a two-minute sobriety check, done.]

Unless you want to lend me a much needed hand in the infirmary. I've almost finished here.

Uh, pass, no offense. [The last year and a half has made him much better at dealing with blood and guts, but that doesn't mean he wants to go seeking them out.] I'd better be getting back, anyways.

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