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[championoftime]

[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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[championoftime]

[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.]

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[yeahscience]

...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.]

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[championoftime]

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

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[yeahscience]

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.