( i've been working on a cocktail called grounds for divorce )

[sufferably]

❝ IF IT'S AN EMERGENCY, PRESS SOS. IF IT'S IMPORTANT, LEAVE A MESSAGE. IF IT'S ANYTHING ELSE, HANG UP. THAT MEANS YOU, JIM. ❞ sigyn ◖ 102 ◗ ◖ message ● call ● action ◗

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[proudofwhatiam]

I'll hold you to that. [The idea of having something to look forward to, something entirely unrelated to the school, is appealing.] Sometime next week, perhaps?

[sufferably]

Same time next week? ( he suggests, smiling pretty openly-- by his standards, at least. )

[proudofwhatiam]

[She'll match his expression and then some.] That would be lovely.

[sufferably]

( he dips his head. ) It's a date, then.

I mean, ah, a plan.

[proudofwhatiam]

Oh--yes. [She clears her throat.] A good plan.

[sufferably]

( wow what is wrong with him he doesn't even know. )

I'll ah, ( "leave you alone forever now" ) I should be going, then. Work to do, patients to see.

[proudofwhatiam]

[The same thing is clearly wrong with her, considering that her thoughts jumped in precisely the same direction, and nearly as quickly. But never mind that. She nods, standing, intent on walking with him the two paces over to the door. One must be a good hostess.]

Of course. You must be especially in demand, with everything going on outside. [A little smile.] I won't keep you.

[sufferably]

( he recovers well enough, walks with her to the door and then looks up to smile at her. ) Thanks for the tea. And if you need anything, really-- let me know.

( don't be sad all by yourself, alright. )

[proudofwhatiam]

I will. [She pauses a moment, considering.] Thank you, Leonard--really.

[sufferably]

Of course, Evelyn. I'll see you soon.