[That's very nice of her. Very practical, and accepting in spite of the everything in the corridor not long ago; as mild and funny as a regular person, in spite of the deceptive quality of her hair. Severus has good taste. Which is better than him having bad taste, William decides, even if that possibly could have worked out more in his favor.]
Sounds good. I'll have a look at it whenever it's time.
Alright, thanks, William. I'll be in touch. About that and about the medical training thing. I definitely want to take a stab at that.
[ She's more accepting, in a sense, about what happened in the hall, being more capable of not finding William culpable. She's sure that he didn't know the extent of what has happened between Severus and Remus - maybe now he does - and she also has a much higher opinion than Severus does of himself. It's easier for her to look over it, even if she doesn't forget it. ]
And, you know. I appreciate you contacting me in the first place, after that whole encounter in the hallway. Not everyone's professional enough to do that.
[It discomfits him that she chose to bring their conversation back to the thing. He was rather hoping they'd come to a tacit agreement about not talking about it again, possibly ever. All the discomfiture in the world, though, can't really have William pretending that isn't an awfully nice gesture.]
Thanks. I mean-- well, I don't know what else to fuckin' say, but. Thanks.
[A beat.]
You're probably the first person in the whole universe to give me praise about that.
[ That's an understatement. Maybe her tone indicates as much. Suspecting that William doesn't know shit - or didn't know shit - about what's transpired between Severus and the rest of them makes it easier to look beyond it. ]
You could have just let it go and never said a word to me ever again about anything, and made the whole process of me hoping to get medical onboard with this whole placement idea thing seriously unpleasant. You didn't. That says a lot.
William is very conflicted, but not about what's important right now. He shuffles around on his seat, which fortunately she can't see because of the audio.]
All right all right, you're making me blush, [he says, in a tone of complaining.] Chief Officers don't fucking blush, so we're putting a moratorium on that right now, yeah?
Your secret's safe with me. [ Which means she should probably stop making him prolong the conversation. ] I'll let you go, in the meantime. I'm sure you have plenty of work to do that absolutely doesn't involve blushing.
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Sounds good. I'll have a look at it whenever it's time.
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[ She's more accepting, in a sense, about what happened in the hall, being more capable of not finding William culpable. She's sure that he didn't know the extent of what has happened between Severus and Remus - maybe now he does - and she also has a much higher opinion than Severus does of himself. It's easier for her to look over it, even if she doesn't forget it. ]
And, you know. I appreciate you contacting me in the first place, after that whole encounter in the hallway. Not everyone's professional enough to do that.
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Thanks. I mean-- well, I don't know what else to fuckin' say, but. Thanks.
[A beat.]
You're probably the first person in the whole universe to give me praise about that.
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[ That's an understatement. Maybe her tone indicates as much. Suspecting that William doesn't know shit - or didn't know shit - about what's transpired between Severus and the rest of them makes it easier to look beyond it. ]
You could have just let it go and never said a word to me ever again about anything, and made the whole process of me hoping to get medical onboard with this whole placement idea thing seriously unpleasant. You didn't. That says a lot.
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William is very conflicted, but not about what's important right now. He shuffles around on his seat, which fortunately she can't see because of the audio.]
All right all right, you're making me blush, [he says, in a tone of complaining.] Chief Officers don't fucking blush, so we're putting a moratorium on that right now, yeah?
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