[ic] Contact

[hisheartsdesire]

Tobias may one day learn to change the greeting on his voicemail. Until then, there's only the default.

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that's a good point!

[slightlyoffchilt]

It is like a second death, isn't it? Losing him like that, remaining here while he's back home and acting the amnesiac to your time spent here. [Chilton grinned, briefly, his smile like a blade. Casually he waved over a waiter, fully prepared to take care of the full tab.] Tragic.

[He could always claim that he didn't say this out of unfettered cruelty; it wasn't as if Chilton had no romantic attachment inherent to this world, he was situated in a similar position. That was a comfortable fact to recline against.]

But I am glad we have been able to talk about this, Tobias. I think you have insight into the grander scheme of things. And a spirit of resilience, well, that is necessary. [The psychiatrist tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening for theatrical effect.]

It is rather difficult to teach resilience as a coping mechanism.

[And Chilton would not consider himself a teacher.]

You'll give me a call, won't you? If something... Flares up.

[He took his credit card out from the wallet in his breast pocket, surrendering it to the wait staffer.]

If anything gets too magical?

[hisheartsdesire]

[The cruelty in Chilton's expression, that cutting smile of his, doesn't go unnoticed. Feeling mocked whilst faced with the cruel reality of the doctor's words, Toby can't help glaring back in response.

Then, Chilton closes the session out, leaving Toby with some frustrating food for thought.]

Right. Of course. Thank you. For... your time. And the drinks too, of course.

[Here, he manages to produce a more neutral expression despite his irritation. Though that's mostly because he'd much rather not feel any one emotion strongly enough for Drew to fuss over it.]