i wrote this while listening to harpy hare on loop at 3am
charger block finds something he's not supposed to ^_^
This couldn't be happening.
Nobody was supposed to see her logs. Absolutely no one. And yet there Charger Block stood, eyes wide, hunched over her desk. A bit reminiscent of a stray cat; both in terms of appearance and in how much of a pain in the ass they could be.
"How much did you see?" Michael said, her voice tense. Her hands were shaking. She told herself it was out of rage.
"Uh- Ummm, nothing! Nothing! I didn't see anything!" Charger Block blurted out the words without a second thought. The first excuse he could think of, probably. It was quite obvious.
"Don't lie to me. How much do you know?"
"I didn't read that much, I promise! It was just, uh- that- that Noah guy! And uh…" Charger Block trailed off, seemingly realizing right as he started his sentence that he shouldn't be confessing to what he saw.
"And what?" Michael asked, gritting their teeth. They must've looked absolutely furious. Anger did always come easy to them; they could use it to their advantage right now.
"Your, uh… your last patient. The one with the blacked out name…" Charger Block's voice was much quieter now. He seemed quite intent on staring at the floor.
"Dammit. Of course you see the one thing you weren't supposed to find out about. Noah probably would've come around to fuck with me eventually, but them?" Michael chuckled humorlessly. "Just my fucking luck. Of course."
Charger Block was finally able to pull his gaze away from the ground. He looked up at Michael defiantly.
"Why did you not want me to find out?"
"That's not for you to know," Michael retorted, crossing her arms.
"Well, maybe it is! They were your patient before, I'm your patient now! That's gotta count for something, right?" Charger Block stepped closer to Michael as he spoke, anger evident in his motion.
"I'm not telling you and that's final. Forget everything you saw." Michael hoped their naturally taller stature would intimidate Charger Block along with their words. All they wanted was for him to stop being such a nuisance, asking all these questions. They really didn't want to deal with this right now.
"I don't think I will, actually. If you didn't want me to find out about them so bad, maybe it's because you did something to them." Charger Block was right in front of Michael now, glaring daggers at him.
Michael was completely off guard. The absolute shock of the accusation stunned her into silence.
"A-ha! I'm onto something, aren't I!" Charger Block had a wild grin son his face now. It made Michael feel sick. Everything about this made him sick.
"You… You aren't supposed to know. That's it." Michael's protests were much weaker now. She couldn't meet Charger Block's gaze.
"Just tell me! What happened to them? Did you do something or not!?"
Michael could not cry in front of Charger Block.
"No! No, I-… God no. Lumynex… terminated them."
He probably looked pathetic now, hiding his face in his hands, but he barely cared at this point. She couldn't let him see her cry.
"Whuh- terminated? What does that even mean?"
They didn't want to have to be the one to explain this. And yet she had to. It's never easy, is it.
"They're… gone. They don't exist anymore." Michael's words were muffled by her hand covering her mouth. She was gripping the desk like her life depended on it.
"What?! Like, they aren't even in the S*n?!"
"Yes." Michael snapped. He tried to make himself sound frustrated, but it just came out sounding pathetic. Like he was a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
He probably looked like one too.
"Oh…"
A heavy silence hung in the air before Charger Block began to speak again.
"Why… were they terminated?" Charger Block asked hesitantly. Michael couldn't look at his face, staring up at him. He was just a child. He didn't need to know about any of this.
"I don't want to talk about it." The anger in their voice was already gone. They sounded so tired. They felt so tired. Michael shifted from leaning on the desk to sitting against it.
"Oh… Okay. Yeah. That's fair." Charger Block glanced away awkwardly for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say, but abruptly his expression changed; a telltale sign he'd had an idea.
"Wait! You like primroses, right?"
"What? How do you know that?" Michael was once again caught off guard (that always seems to happen with Charger Block), but this time it wasn't as viscerally unpleasant.
"That's all I needed to hear. Menu! Gimme a bouquet of primroses." Charger Block closed his eyes as he spoke, and within seconds the bouquet materialized in his hands. He looked quite pleased with himself.
"No, seriously. How did you know that?" Michael was still in disbelief.
"Sean told me!"
Oh, of course it was Sean. She always remembers little things like that. Though if Michael recalled correctly, they actually had a shared fondness for the flowers. It'd been so long though… Michael can barely recollect what he likes himself at this point, let alone what others like.
Michael was snapped out of their reverie by Charger Block shoving the bouquet into their hands. The flowers were varying shades of pale blue, purple, pink, and white. The sound of the plastic wrap crinkling as they adjusted their grip was oddly comforting. Was it comforting if it made them want to cry? Why did everything make her want to cry now? Why was she so pathetic?
"…Uhm. Tell Sean I say thanks. Or something. I don't know." Michael was talking without thinking now, something she hated doing. But she needed to say something so she wouldn't start sobbing.
"I was the one who gave you the flowers though??" Charger Block had a confused look on his face, smiling like he was about to laugh. Michael must look so stupid right now, of course Charger Block would want to laugh at him.
"Okay fine. Thank you to both of you. Whatever." Michael instinctively hid his face behind the bouquet, realizing too late after they'd made the motion that he had just signified he was happy with the gift. Dammit. There's no winning with Charger Block, is there?
"You're very welcome!" Charger Block had a stupid grin that took up nearly his entire face. He looked way too happy for someone who accidentally accused Michael of the afterlife's equivalent of murder just a few moments ago.
"Why are you doing this?" Michael asked. Normally that's something she wouldn't say out loud because she knew it would get her nothing but concerned looks and "are you okay"s if she asked why someone showed kindness to her. But she was losing grip on her restraint, and she didn't much care for the consequences of what she said right now.
"What do you mean?"
Oh right, Charger Block is an idiot. He really should've remembered that.
"Why are you trying to make me feel better? I am, quite frankly, awful to you. And it's not like you can help me with my problems anyway."
"I mean, I wasn't trying to like… fix everything or anything like that. I just wanted to, uhhh, distract you for a second so you weren't so sad. And it worked, right?" That last sentence was accompanied by another shit-eating grin. He was definitely doing that on purpose.
Michael sighed. "I guess… I appreciate the effort, at least." He would rather quit his job than admit that the gesture was genuinely one of the kindest things someone's done for him in recent memory. The fact his own patient had to comfort him was just the consequences of never talking to anyone anymore, he supposed.
"Great!" Oh, no, Charger Block was way too proud of himself when he said that. He could see right through Michael's facade, couldn't he? Of course. She'd been having a much harder time of keeping her feelings in check as of late. Probably because of everything new going on now. She did always struggle to adapt to changes.
She couldn't give up the act now, though. Better to feign ignorance than admit defeat.
"What good do you think distracting me will do in the long run? We're here for eternity, remember? That's a pretty long time, in case you weren't aware." They just needed to push him away again. That was easy enough, right?
"Oh, I don't really think about that. It's more important how you feel right now, right?" Charger Block replied.
"What do you mean you don't think about what's going to happen?" Charger Block's way of thinking was absolutely inconceivable to Michael. How could he not care about the most important part of existence? The future was the only thing Michael hadn't ruined yet. It was the only thing worth caring about now.
"'Cause you're just gonna get worried if that's all you think about! And then you'll be sad! And then you won't do anything! And then not doing anything is gonna make you even sadder! So, uh. Yeah. I just kinda… Go with the flow, I guess." Charger Block made vague gestures to accompany each sentence as if that helped explain his point better, although it looked more like he was flailing around like an idiot to Michael. It was absolutely not the slightest bit endearing.
Michael hummed noncommittally in acknowledgement. Despite his simple diction, she had to admit that Charger Block was surprisingly insightful. Maybe it was just her compromised psyche making her consider things she normally wouldn't, but it sounded a lot like Charger Block had described the exact cycle she'd been stuck in for the past decade or so. Was breaking out of it really as simple as "not thinking?" How do you even do that on purpose?
"Uhh, Michael?"
Charger Block's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Sorry for uh, assuming that what happened to your last patient was your fault. I might've just realized that not thinking ahead was a bad thing there." He tried to keep his tone light, but the look on his face couldn't hide the guilt he must be feeling. Not that Michael cared.
"Yeah, that was pretty stupid of you. And I think that's saying something, considering you've done a lot of stupid things." A smile crept its way onto Michael's face as they spoke.
Charger Block laughed at that, to Michael's relief. It's just because he was always being the same ignorant kid he always was, not because Michael was worried about what he thought of them or anything. They didn't care in the slightest about Charger Block hating them, in fact. That thought definitely didn't make him feel as if he was spiraling into an endless abyss at all.
"So, uh, are we cool now?" Charger Block asked.
"Sure," replied Michael. This was just for convenience. She didn't need her patient getting involved in her personal matters. The fond look on her face meant nothing.
"Cool! So, uh, you… probably want me to leave now, right? I mean I did sneak in here and go through your stuff without your permission." Charger Block looked away, fidgeting with his hands.
"Actually… I… wouldn't mind… if you stayed a bit longer. I remembered some logs I have that you might actually enjoy reading." Not getting involved at all. He was keeping an appropriate emotional distance from Charger Block. This was purely professional; just a way to prevent Charger Block from going through his logs again in the future.
"Wha- So I could've just asked?!" Charger Block looked absolutely astonished.
"Yeah. Not thinking ahead again, I see," Michael replied. The smile on their face grew.
Charger Block laughed again, and- okay, Michael couldn't pretend she didn't care anymore. She was, quite frankly, desperate for the opportunity to connect with Charger Block. He'd reminded her of her old patient in a few ways, and she tried to distance herself from him out of fear that he would meet the same fate they did. But right now, she didn't care. Maybe things would work out; or maybe not, she didn't know. All she wanted to focus on right now was this moment.
Michael gestured for Charger Block to sit next to him, and he walked over accordingly.
"Alright, let's start with this one… Now, the logs are supposed to be for collecting data on your patient so you understand their behaviors, but it gets boring just writing down what you see; especially if there's nothing happening with your patient at the moment. So, I like to use my logs to practice my writing sometimes."
Charger Block was unusually quiet, as if he were intently listening to what Michael had to say. She'd almost forgotten the joy of explaining something she enjoyed to someone who would want to listen to her.
"This one was actually inspired a bit by my last patient…"
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