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Roman stood quickly at Owen’s request, a little confused at what he was going to do. Then he had the shorter man’s arms around him, and the ginger was getting more and more uncomfortable as he proceeded. He pulled at the jacket, making it tighter, which was a strange feeling. He wasn’t sure what was more strange, Owen being so comfortable to poke and prod at his suit or the feeling of the now better fitting suit. He’d never had an item of clothing that was tailored to him and it felt... nice. “Oh, wow, yeah. That’s so much better.” He was already blushing, and already uncomfortable, so he willed himself to calm down. A pool of warmth was building in his stomach and his breath caught in his throat. When he was stared at so intently, looking into Owen’s eyes, he felt that he needed to leave Owen’s arms and sit before someone noticed his reaction. 

As soon as Owen was away from him, he pulled his jacket off and laid it over his lap. “To be honest, I was only wearing it to look more professional, because I want to impress you and the other doctors, too.” He laughed at himself and kept his gaze away from the older doctor. “I’m not doing anything on Friday.” Roman said a little too quickly.

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Roman blushed hard when he heard Owen laugh, it was like music to his ears. His face was a pretty shade of dark pink and he laughed at that himself. “I didn’t expect the palate to become that of a master chef or food critic, trust me.” The ginger gave his own glance down at the man’s lips. Why had he been staring so intently at the young doctor’s? He was certain that Owen wasn’t interested in him, but that didn’t change how attractive he found him.

When they ordered, he got a tea and some kind of wrap. It sounded good, so he could only sit back and trust Owen’s choice of eatery. He added two packets of sugar to his tea and smiled to himself as they sat. The pink in his cheeks had faded but he wasn’t aware that as soon as the doctor spoke again, they’d become just as flushed. “Oh well, I– Yeah, it’s not the best fitting. I’m just… I don’t have a lot of suits to choose from. Never got one tailored to me.” He stuttered and stumbled his way through his reply, looking down at his tea as he tried his best to become as small as possible even with his long limbs.

As his companion’s flesh turned a rainbow of blush tones, Owen felt an urge to push further, as though coquettishly teasing a college girlfriend. “Yeah, it’s definitely too big. Here, stand up.” The psychiatrist had never been introverted and never shied away from making a scene. The cafe was mostly empty and as a regular, Owen felt extremely comfortable there. He stood as well and wrapped a sinewy arm to the other side of Roman’s slim frame. He pinched the front of the closed jacket while pulling the back taught against the younger man’s waist. “See, this is how it SHOULD fit,” he mused, looking up to lock eyes with the ginger. “You’re so damned narrow, you’re going to have to learn to get things taken in.” 

Owen laughed and let go of the ill-fitting coat, returning to his seat. “Actually, what are you doing Friday?” 

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Roman blushed hard when he heard Owen laugh, it was like music to his ears. His face was a pretty shade of dark pink and he laughed at that himself. “I didn’t expect the palate to become that of a master chef or food critic, trust me.” The ginger gave his own glance down at the man’s lips. Why had he been staring so intently at the young doctor’s? He was certain that Owen wasn’t interested in him, but that didn’t change how attractive he found him.

When they ordered, he got a tea and some kind of wrap. It sounded good, so he could only sit back and trust Owen’s choice of eatery. He added two packets of sugar to his tea and smiled to himself as they sat. The pink in his cheeks had faded but he wasn’t aware that as soon as the doctor spoke again, they’d become just as flushed. “Oh well, I-- Yeah, it’s not the best fitting. I’m just... I don’t have a lot of suits to choose from. Never got one tailored to me.” He stuttered and stumbled his way through his reply, looking down at his tea as he tried his best to become as small as possible even with his long limbs.

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“All set,” he replied, a small smile playing across his lips. “The place I have in mind isn’t far. I’m warning you though, it’s certainly no five-star eatery. If I had to describe it in one word, I’d probably have to go with ‘adequate’.” Owen motioned for the red head to follow him down the hall, into the lobby, and out the front door. As they began to walk, the older man found himself becoming fixated on the new doctor’s fingers. They were as long and thin as the man himself, and they moved in every direction as he spoke. From there, Owen traced the outline of Roman’s suit. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but he noticed a marked improvement from the previous afternoon’s business casual. 

Lastly, the psychiatrist’s icy blues landed on the therapist’s lips. They were a deep reddish pink and stood out in grandiose contrast to his milk-white skin. As Roman relayed some college tale, Dr. O’gara heard nary a word of it, instead focusing on the way his mouth curled around every syllable. 

“I don’t need anything too fancy, anyway. I’d feel really out of place.” Roman chuckled at that. “When I was in college we had this dingy diner right down the road that we would always go to.” He started as they began to walk out the front. “It looked like it could fall down any second, but it honestly had some of the best food. Using best food lightly ‘cause we were a bunch of college kids with minimal money and I guess you could say unrefined palates.” He laughed at himself, looking over at the brunet.

He seemed deep in thought, but was very aware of his hyper focused stare on his own lips. “Um, so yeah, I’m excited to try this place you’re bringing me to, I’m sure it’s delicious.” His nerves were coming back once again. He couldn’t help but swallow hard. “What are you staring at anyway?” He asked, not even sure if he was heard that whole time.

Owen only realized how deeply he’d been studying the new doctor’s mouth when it was brought to his attention. He felt his stomach drop in shame but played it cool. “You,” he laughed. “Sorry, you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. Particularly the underdeveloped palate. Sad to say, but I don’t think that’s changed much in the past decade.” He was lying through his teeth about everything other than his unrefined tastes, but he wasn’t sure why he was lying. Why the fuck WAS I looking at his lips…

He put it out of his mind as they arrived at their destination. Owen ordered a very simple sandwich and a black coffee, adding an obscene amount of sugar to it before sitting at the first available table. As his companion sat, he couldn’t help but smirk at how uncomfortable he looked in his jacket and tie. “That suit is a marked improvement from yesterday, but you know it doesn’t fit you, right?” 

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Keeping his gaze set on the young girl, he held his smile. “You can figure some more things that you like while we talk later on. Not something you need to know right away.” He explained, letting her take in a small guilty pleasure of smoking. “It’s okay that you don’t like modeling anymore.”

Roman was determined to keep a conversation. “There are gonna be patients here with some similar conditions as yours, and you’re welcome to make friends. In fact I encourage that you make a few friends.” He gave a toothy grin, and gave her a once over. She was very thin and seemed to be very closed in. “We’ll talk every couple of days, just you and me. If you want we can go on walks or come to the garden, too. How does that sound?”

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“Ubvaniya it is.” Roman gave a caring smile, and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we can go outside for a smoke.” He had learned to keep a pack of cigarettes on hand for the patients that did indulge. Personally he didn’t, but much of the population in this hospital did, staff included. He led her to a set of double doors, where he scanned his key card to let them pass, then down a long hallway where he did the same thing. They were out towards the common area now where the garden was just outside. 

“I know it’ll take some getting used to, but everyone here is usually pretty nice.” The redhead’s smile never faltered, and soon they were outside. The spring air was warm with a light breeze, and he took a deep breath. “Tell me about yourself. What are some things you like?” He said, sitting her down on one of the less rickety benches and pulling the cigarettes out along with a lighter. He offered her the pack and waited to light it for her.

Ubvaniya pondered the question while graciously accepting the cigarette and allowing the therapist to light it for her. After a long drag, she slowly exhaled, all the while attempting to come up with something about herself to offer him. “I…” It was more difficult than she’d imagined. In this moment, she realized that yet another side effect of disconnecting from herself was that she knew very little about herself. 

“I like to read books, they make me…relaxing. More than this, I don’t know. I use to like take pictures, but now, no.” She knew this was a lackluster reply, but could come up with nothing to supplement it. The immigrant glanced down at the stick of tobacco held lightly in her grip, and had an epihany. “AH! I like smoking.”

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“I don’t need anything too fancy, anyway. I’d feel really out of place.” Roman chuckled at that. “When I was in college we had this dingy diner right down the road that we would always go to.” He started as they began to walk out the front. “It looked like it could fall down any second, but it honestly had some of the best food. Using best food lightly ‘cause we were a bunch of college kids with minimal money and I guess you could say unrefined palates.” He laughed at himself, looking over at the brunet.

He seemed deep in thought, but was very aware of his hyper focused stare on his own lips. “Um, so yeah, I’m excited to try this place you’re bringing me to, I’m sure it’s delicious.” His nerves were coming back once again. He couldn’t help but swallow hard. “What are you staring at anyway?” He asked, not even sure if he was heard that whole time.

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Roman had met with two patients that morning, excited to finally have his own patients and to be talking things over and listening! It was like a dream come true for him to finally be here and doing what he genuinely loved to do. He supposed that as he was writing some final notes he was glancing at the clock a little too often as it neared one. He had dressed more professionally today, in a button down, jacket and he had even managed a tie. His outfit was definitely meant to impress a certain someone.

At the heavy knock, he jolted up from his desk, taking a quick peek at the clock while he walked over to the door. He opened it, greeting Owen with a smile. “Dr. O’gara, all set to go, I suppose?” He said, reaching for the keys in his pocket. He flicked the lights off, then stepped out to lock his door as well.

“All set,” he replied, a small smile playing across his lips. “The place I have in mind isn’t far. I’m warning you though, it’s certainly no five-star eatery. If I had to describe it in one word, I’d probably have to go with ‘adequate’.” Owen motioned for the red head to follow him down the hall, into the lobby, and out the front door. As they began to walk, the older man found himself becoming fixated on the new doctor’s fingers. They were as long and thin as the man himself, and they moved in every direction as he spoke. From there, Owen traced the outline of Roman’s suit. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but he noticed a marked improvement from the previous afternoon’s business casual. 

Lastly, the psychiatrist’s icy blues landed on the therapist’s lips. They were a deep reddish pink and stood out in grandiose contrast to his milk-white skin. As Roman relayed some college tale, Dr. O’gara heard nary a word of it, instead focusing on the way his mouth curled around every syllable. 

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“Ubvaniya it is.” Roman gave a caring smile, and placed a soft hand on her shoulder. “Come on, we can go outside for a smoke.” He had learned to keep a pack of cigarettes on hand for the patients that did indulge. Personally he didn’t, but much of the population in this hospital did, staff included. He led her to a set of double doors, where he scanned his key card to let them pass, then down a long hallway where he did the same thing. They were out towards the common area now where the garden was just outside. 

“I know it’ll take some getting used to, but everyone here is usually pretty nice.” The redhead’s smile never faltered, and soon they were outside. The spring air was warm with a light breeze, and he took a deep breath. “Tell me about yourself. What are some things you like?” He said, sitting her down on one of the less rickety benches and pulling the cigarettes out along with a lighter. He offered her the pack and waited to light it for her.

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Roman was washed over by an overbearing need to help this girl, she looked so fragile, so delicate. And as she touched his hand, the need to help her only grew. This was why he did this, to help people like Ubvaniya. She looked like she could use as much help as she could get. He let her take as much time as she needed to speak or touch or do whatever she needed to do.

“Doctor Cabana?” The ginger chuckled softly. “That’s fine. Where do you want to walk? There’s a nice little garden outside. My office. The cafeteria.” His smile only brightened when he saw hers. It felt happy, even though he knew the happiness might be short lived. “There we go! You have one of the loveliest smiles I have ever seen, Ubvaniya.” He tried to keep his vocabulary at a basic level, but he was almost certain he butchered the girl’s name. “Do you prefer Ubvaniya or Vani?”

Her expression turned from grin to grimace as she attempted to translate in real time what the doctor was saying. The smile returned to her face tentatively once she had decoded the therapist’s compliment. “Thank you, doctor. Your eyes are shiny.” She tried her best to formulate replies with some coherence. “Ubvaniya, please and thank you. Vani is only name from… моделирование…model? You can understand? Take picture?” She mimicked a photographer, hoping to drive the point home.

After hearing his list, she knew precisely where she wanted to go. She’d been dying for a cigarette since she’d been admitted, but didn’t know where to smoke. “I like to go outside? Maybe garden is better? I want smoke, sigareta.” She brought an imaginary smoke to her lips and inhaled air. 

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You will be happy again. Be patient with yourself. Be proud of yourself for trying. Things will get better.

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Roman had met with two patients that morning, excited to finally have his own patients and to be talking things over and listening! It was like a dream come true for him to finally be here and doing what he genuinely loved to do. He supposed that as he was writing some final notes he was glancing at the clock a little too often as it neared one. He had dressed more professionally today, in a button down, jacket and he had even managed a tie. His outfit was definitely meant to impress a certain someone.

At the heavy knock, he jolted up from his desk, taking a quick peek at the clock while he walked over to the door. He opened it, greeting Owen with a smile. “Dr. O’gara, all set to go, I suppose?” He said, reaching for the keys in his pocket. He flicked the lights off, then stepped out to lock his door as well.

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The door creaked as Owen shut it slowly. The morning had been fairly successful and the psychiatrist was feeling rather jovial. He locked the door behind him, dropping his keys into his coat pocket. Three short strides and he was in front of his new acquaintance’s door. He couldn’t entirely put a name to how he felt at that moment, but overall, he was far more excited than usual for lunch. Besides being able to show yet another new employee the only decent eatery for miles, there was something in the new therapist that reminded Owen of his own first days at Stonefield. It was entertaining to the older man, like watching a toddler play doctor. Innocent and joyful. 

He knocked assertively at the white door and waited a moment to be greeted.

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Roman was washed over by an overbearing need to help this girl, she looked so fragile, so delicate. And as she touched his hand, the need to help her only grew. This was why he did this, to help people like Ubvaniya. She looked like she could use as much help as she could get. He let her take as much time as she needed to speak or touch or do whatever she needed to do.

“Doctor Cabana?” The ginger chuckled softly. “That’s fine. Where do you want to walk? There’s a nice little garden outside. My office. The cafeteria.” His smile only brightened when he saw hers. It felt happy, even though he knew the happiness might be short lived. “There we go! You have one of the loveliest smiles I have ever seen, Ubvaniya.” He tried to keep his vocabulary at a basic level, but he was almost certain he butchered the girl’s name. “Do you prefer Ubvaniya or Vani?”

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Near- motionless and unresponsive, Vani tuned out the intake nurse’s welcome speech. She remained in this disassociative state throughout being led to her room and given the rules. Ubvaniya had a hard time enough understanding English, but this difficulty became amplified when she could not break through her fog. The young woman had developed an affinity for leaving her body at an early age. A model at 14, she learned early on to ignore hunger pangs. This was easier when she just watched her small frame growing smaller from a spectators place, from above.  Eventually, after more than one transgression from the elders in her life, Vani began to despise the flesh she inhabited. Pushing herself to extremes, she’d go days without food or rest, hoping to finally exit her torturous physical form. 

After passing out before a Milan show after a 78-hour sleep-strike, her manager had sent her to Stonefield in the hopes that she would become just healthy enough to function. At some point, Vani checked back in and noticed the nurse placing a well-meaning hand on her fleshless shoulder. She heard some words she knew. “Are you okay sweetie? Do you understand?” The young woman knew the ‘slow-speaking-because-i-think-this-makes-it-easier-to-understand-me’ was coming, and briefly considered heading back into her fog. Eventually, she decided against it and instead braced herself. “YOU. STAY HERE. TALK. TO. OTHER. PATIENTS. OK???” 

“Okay,” she replied softly, walking towards the first interesting person she saw. 

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The young graduate couldn’t help but laugh at Owen’s sarcasm, it was almost refreshing to hear him joke a little, even as their conversation was coming to it’s inevitable end. “I think you’re a lot more soft than you let on.” He added, joking with him. The redhead wanted desperately to keep him talking, but he knew he must be busy.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear all about the patients that I’ll be helping.” A light pink tinge came upon his cheeks at the smile on Owen’s face. Holy shit. He didn’t know the other man would look so much more attractive when he smiled like that. “Thank you, Dr. O’gara.” He said, letting the man leave before walking to the door and shutting it. “Fuck.”

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“My only thing with the patients calling me by my last name is that it can be hard to pronounce and they might be more comfortable depending on the situation.” Roman grinned ever so slightly. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna be seen too much as a hard ass doctor, I guess. I’m sure it’ll be okay in certain cases.” He shrugged, not quite knowing if it would be okay, but he hoped it would be. When he looked over at Owen once again, it was almost as if he was being studied. It felt strange but he wanted the psychiatrist to look.

“Suit yourself. Tomorrow at 1 sounds perfect. I know I’ve got to make other introductions today. Can’t stand around and chat the whole time.” There was something about how Owen was acting and how he was looking him over that was more dizzying than how fast the young man walked around the room. His smirk, and his stance. His gaze… All of it was so overwhelming, he felt his cheeks heat up, and his hands felt clammy. The only thing he could hear for a few seconds was his heart hammering in his chest. He hadn’t felt this since college, and didn’t think the first coworker he met on his own would do it. “How’s the cafeteria food? Should I bring my own lunch?” He was finally standing still, and leaning against his desk. How was he going to get any work done with Owen O’gara existing in such close proximity?

The experienced doctor sighed quietly, realizing the graduate would have to learn for himself how much the patients would take advantage of him. “Don’t worry about being the hard ass doctor, I’ve got that covered,” he replied sarcastically. Owen began to make his way towards the door, but stopped, remembering the notice he’d received that morning. 

“Tomorrow at 1 then. I’ll take you to the only place with palatable food around here. It is definitely not the cafeteria.” He turned back to face the leaning newbie and with a knowing smile muttered “Welcome to Stonefield, Roman.”

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“My only thing with the patients calling me by my last name is that it can be hard to pronounce and they might be more comfortable depending on the situation.” Roman grinned ever so slightly. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna be seen too much as a hard ass doctor, I guess. I’m sure it’ll be okay in certain cases.” He shrugged, not quite knowing if it would be okay, but he hoped it would be. When he looked over at Owen once again, it was almost as if he was being studied. It felt strange but he wanted the psychiatrist to look.

“Suit yourself. Tomorrow at 1 sounds perfect. I know I’ve got to make other introductions today. Can’t stand around and chat the whole time.” There was something about how Owen was acting and how he was looking him over that was more dizzying than how fast the young man walked around the room. His smirk, and his stance. His gaze... All of it was so overwhelming, he felt his cheeks heat up, and his hands felt clammy. The only thing he could hear for a few seconds was his heart hammering in his chest. He hadn’t felt this since college, and didn’t think the first coworker he met on his own would do it. “How’s the cafeteria food? Should I bring my own lunch?” He was finally standing still, and leaning against his desk. How was he going to get any work done with Owen O’gara existing in such close proximity?

A Fresh Start

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Roman tried to keep his eyes on the older man’s face, but was having a hard time as he studied everything about him. He just had a lot of interesting things about him. “I’m sorry, but I really would prefer you call me Roman. But I’ll call you Dr. O’gara, don’t worry.” He put his hands up in defense, giving a little laugh. The ginger decided to talk and unpack, pulling out a few books, and placing them on the bookshelf already in the room. A few were some approved readings for patients, and others were thick psychology books with small texts.

“Oh, you don’t have to leave right away, not unless you have patients, of course. You’re welcome to stay and watch me unpack and clean and rip my hair out over my little setup in here” Roman laughed at his own words, joking mostly. “If you do have to leave, lunch sounds lovely.” He said, putting any empty boxes and crates by the door of his office, buzzing around Owen like a tall, lanky worker bee. He wanted to impress the other doctor. Wanted to show him he wasn’t just some kid talking to other kids about their problems. It felt strange, the fire that started to burn in him at the presence of the much more professional man. Onto the next box he went as he took secretive glances at the psychiatrist, wanting to know who he was. He seemed so stoic, so opposite to him, he wanted to see him smile, which he had yet to do.

“If you’d prefer Roman, then I’ll call you Roman. Just understand that patients are not to call you by your first name, so if you and I happen to be in front of a patient, I will not call you that. I will then refer to you as Dr. Cavanaugh,” Owen stated stiffly. As he spoke, the younger man zipped around him at a dizzying pace. It was amusing to see someone take this place so seriously. There was something endearing about the young doctor’s enthusiasm. Owen had lost his enthusiasm rather quickly, and he wondered how long this poor boy’s excitement would last. Soon he’ll be just as jaded as I am. Except it will be worse for him because he will be disappointed, too.  

Owen had learned early on that he would not get what he wanted just because he wanted it. In fact, life had often taught him the exact opposite. Disappointment was rarely achieved when one expected the worst in people. At some point in the redhead’s rambling, the older man found himself behaving coquettishly. “Well, as much as that sounds like great fun, I think I’ll pass. Is tomorrow at 1 alright for lunch?” He smirked, catching eyes with his contemporary. 

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Roman had been speaking to a few nurses about the new arrival. Yes, he was new, but the newness was finally fading and it seemed that everyone was feeling very comfortable in his area of the hospital. The new girl, Vani was what they called her, already diagnosed by one of the other doctors and very timid. “Yes, I’ll be sure to have a chat with her, thank you. Oh-- Hello, Vani.” He noticed the pretty woman walking up to the group. She seemed to be quite out of it still, and Roman connected it right away to the dissociation that he had read in her chart. He put on a bright smile, and offered a hand to see if it was alright to touch. The ginger didn’t want to scare her or trigger anything unwanted in her brain. “My name is Dr. Roman Cavanaugh. You can call me Roman or Dr. Cavanaugh. Do you want to come and talk in my office? Or we could just go for a walk?” He wanted to be inviting, open to anything she wanted to talk about learning or anything she was confused about. Then an idea popped into his head, “I think we should go for a walk and you can ask me any questions that come to mind.” A brighter smile came upon his face, hand still outstretched.

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Near- motionless and unresponsive, Vani tuned out the intake nurse’s welcome speech. She remained in this disassociative state throughout being led to her room and given the rules. Ubvaniya had a hard time enough understanding English, but this difficulty became amplified when she could not break through her fog. The young woman had developed an affinity for leaving her body at an early age. A model at 14, she learned early on to ignore hunger pangs. This was easier when she just watched her small frame growing smaller from a spectators place, from above.  Eventually, after more than one transgression from the elders in her life, Vani began to despise the flesh she inhabited. Pushing herself to extremes, she’d go days without food or rest, hoping to finally exit her torturous physical form. 

After passing out before a Milan show after a 78-hour sleep-strike, her manager had sent her to Stonefield in the hopes that she would become just healthy enough to function. At some point, Vani checked back in and noticed the nurse placing a well-meaning hand on her fleshless shoulder. She heard some words she knew. “Are you okay sweetie? Do you understand?” The young woman knew the ‘slow-speaking-because-i-think-this-makes-it-easier-to-understand-me’ was coming, and briefly considered heading back into her fog. Eventually, she decided against it and instead braced herself. “YOU. STAY HERE. TALK. TO. OTHER. PATIENTS. OK???” 

“Okay,” she replied softly, walking towards the first interesting person she saw. 

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Winter Fox (by Iza Łysoń)

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Roman tried to keep his eyes on the older man’s face, but was having a hard time as he studied everything about him. He just had a lot of interesting things about him. “I’m sorry, but I really would prefer you call me Roman. But I’ll call you Dr. O’gara, don’t worry.” He put his hands up in defense, giving a little laugh. The ginger decided to talk and unpack, pulling out a few books, and placing them on the bookshelf already in the room. A few were some approved readings for patients, and others were thick psychology books with small texts.

“Oh, you don’t have to leave right away, not unless you have patients, of course. You’re welcome to stay and watch me unpack and clean and rip my hair out over my little setup in here” Roman laughed at his own words, joking mostly. “If you do have to leave, lunch sounds lovely.” He said, putting any empty boxes and crates by the door of his office, buzzing around Owen like a tall, lanky worker bee. He wanted to impress the other doctor. Wanted to show him he wasn’t just some kid talking to other kids about their problems. It felt strange, the fire that started to burn in him at the presence of the much more professional man. Onto the next box he went as he took secretive glances at the psychiatrist, wanting to know who he was. He seemed so stoic, so opposite to him, he wanted to see him smile, which he had yet to do.

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Roman’s red hair fell into his face as he started to set some of his personal belongings. Before coming to Stonefield, he had an average and relatively happy life. He had a good family that helped support his dreams and goals, which he was eternally thankful for. There were a few things they didn’t quite get, but he never held that against him. He took a quick look at his phone, to see no new notifications. He frowned slightly, and realized that this was something he wanted to change. He needed friends, maybe a boyfriend, some kind of positive connection with a person outside of his family.

With a small jump of surprise, “Yes! Hello.” He turned around to meet whoever was at the door, and needless to say the stranger caught his attention. Roman cleared his throat, and walked towards the shorter, dark haired man. “I’m Roman Cavanaugh, how are you? You’re Owen, yeah?” He was nervous to meet all of his coworkers, but as he met this man, he was even more nervous than he had just seconds before. “So good to meet another doctor here.” The man’s eyes were light, but there was something darker behind them, something that called to him. He liked them, and found himself looking over the man and staring a bit. He finally swallowed and looked down for a moment, “Sorry. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He chuckled, sticking out his hand to shake the other’s.

Owen was taken slightly aback by how young the new doctor actually was. The psychiatrist had been quite fresh when he began his work at Stonefield, but as far as he knew, he’d been the only one to begin work at the facility immediately after graduation. Part of him impressed, another part envious, the brunette entered further into the previously unexplored office, not waiting for an invitation. Within moments, his ginger counterpart was less than a foot away and gawking at him quite openly. Owen wasn’t entirely unused to this sort of attention but subconsciously found it peculiar coming from another man. “Yes, Doctor Owen O’gara,” he spoke respectfully, taking hold of Roman’s outstretched hand and shaking firmly. Something else he found uncomfortable was his companion’s seemingly glued on grin and immediate casual tone. No one at work, not even the nurses he’d known for years, would dare call him by his first name. “I’d appreciate if you’d address me as Dr. O’gara from now on. In turn, I will continue to refer to you as Dr. Cavanaugh.” 

After the niceties had passed, Owen took a few strides deeper into the room. He could tell from the mountains of boxes lining the perimeter that despite the well-decorated desk he now stood behind, Roman still had quite a lot of unpacking to do. “I suppose I should leave you to your work, but I thought I’d at the very least show my face, and ask you if you’d like to have lunch today. We need to discuss our common patient files so that I can get you up to speed.”