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Feb. 23rd, 2013 07:53 pm"I've been there before, you know."
Shaun sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, Rebecca."
She ignored him, glancing up from her station at Shaun, who had been working much longer than the standard eight hours. She had only come back to check on something to find him still here.
"I'm talking about where Desmond's at right now. Being depressed and stuff," Rebecca continued. Shaun didn't say anything, but he wasn't ignoring her. "When you get that way, you shut everyone out. Everyone. If he's anything like me, he did it because he doesn't want to see you struggling for nothing trying to help him. It ain't fair to the people you care about."
Shaun was still quiet, but his jaw was set tight. He didn't want to think about it, either, but hell if his own best friend was going to let him get away with that.
Rebecca approached his desk, leaning against it and looking down at Shaun.
"I mean, it's Desmond. The guy's so nice he'd help someone choke him to death. I think he just doesn't want to hurt you."
"Yeah, well, it does hurt," he finally snapped, swiveling his chair to face Rebecca. "I do what I can to help him even though I know it's useless, I be there for him, get him cake which was bloody near impossible to find, and he thanks me by pushing me away. So, sorry if I'm a bit sore, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop poking around."
That time, it was Rebecca who was quiet. Shaun took off his glasses, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn't even realized how tired he was until now.
"Get some sleep, man," she said, setting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing. "All you can do it wait for him. Trust me, he'll appreciate it."
Though still cynical at heart, Shaun had been listening. He knew Desmond didn't have a mean bone in his body. That idiot probably saw this as a kindness to him. Maybe it really was. Maybe he should thank him for sparing him the chore of comforting him, and caring, and cheering him up.
Yeah, right. What kind of bullshit was that? He just made two people depressed instead of one.
"He seemed better when I was with him," he sighed, putting his glasses back on. "I don't understand what changed."
"He's not himself right now. Just give him some time," she said, giving his arm a tug. "Now c'mon, I'm shooing you off to bed."
Shaun heaved himself up, making a face at Rebecca, but she just smiled back at him.
"You guys will be okay," she assured, and wiggled her fingers at Shaun. "It'll just add another chapter to your romance."
"Ugh, please, shut up," he groaned. With a laugh, Rebecca pushed him out of the room. Before Shaun headed off to bed, he turned to her. "Well... thanks, I think. I hope you're right."
"When are you gonna learn I'm always right?" she joked, but lightheartedly so, and hugged him - something she had never done before. It left Shaun a little surprised, but he returned the gesture. It was a bit nice, admittedly. "Good night, Shaun."
"Good night, Rebecca," he said, and went to bed not feeling great, but not feeling worse.
Shaun sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, Rebecca."
She ignored him, glancing up from her station at Shaun, who had been working much longer than the standard eight hours. She had only come back to check on something to find him still here.
"I'm talking about where Desmond's at right now. Being depressed and stuff," Rebecca continued. Shaun didn't say anything, but he wasn't ignoring her. "When you get that way, you shut everyone out. Everyone. If he's anything like me, he did it because he doesn't want to see you struggling for nothing trying to help him. It ain't fair to the people you care about."
Shaun was still quiet, but his jaw was set tight. He didn't want to think about it, either, but hell if his own best friend was going to let him get away with that.
Rebecca approached his desk, leaning against it and looking down at Shaun.
"I mean, it's Desmond. The guy's so nice he'd help someone choke him to death. I think he just doesn't want to hurt you."
"Yeah, well, it does hurt," he finally snapped, swiveling his chair to face Rebecca. "I do what I can to help him even though I know it's useless, I be there for him, get him cake which was bloody near impossible to find, and he thanks me by pushing me away. So, sorry if I'm a bit sore, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop poking around."
That time, it was Rebecca who was quiet. Shaun took off his glasses, rubbing his hands over his face. He hadn't even realized how tired he was until now.
"Get some sleep, man," she said, setting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing. "All you can do it wait for him. Trust me, he'll appreciate it."
Though still cynical at heart, Shaun had been listening. He knew Desmond didn't have a mean bone in his body. That idiot probably saw this as a kindness to him. Maybe it really was. Maybe he should thank him for sparing him the chore of comforting him, and caring, and cheering him up.
Yeah, right. What kind of bullshit was that? He just made two people depressed instead of one.
"He seemed better when I was with him," he sighed, putting his glasses back on. "I don't understand what changed."
"He's not himself right now. Just give him some time," she said, giving his arm a tug. "Now c'mon, I'm shooing you off to bed."
Shaun heaved himself up, making a face at Rebecca, but she just smiled back at him.
"You guys will be okay," she assured, and wiggled her fingers at Shaun. "It'll just add another chapter to your romance."
"Ugh, please, shut up," he groaned. With a laugh, Rebecca pushed him out of the room. Before Shaun headed off to bed, he turned to her. "Well... thanks, I think. I hope you're right."
"When are you gonna learn I'm always right?" she joked, but lightheartedly so, and hugged him - something she had never done before. It left Shaun a little surprised, but he returned the gesture. It was a bit nice, admittedly. "Good night, Shaun."
"Good night, Rebecca," he said, and went to bed not feeling great, but not feeling worse.
