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[didorothy]

[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Knows he's lying but ignores it] I see...I'm glad you're alright.

[didorothy]

[Sam totally wasn't factoring telepaths into his story, the div. But the professionalism drops, and his hands are back into his pockets] Thanks. Just have to... clean up the mess I made, I guess.

[lamb_of_gold]

If....[clearly a bit disturbed by this] if you need something...?

[didorothy]

I don't... I don't know... [scuff the ground]

It is very strange realising how many defence mechanisms you have running after something like this. [and, despite feeling weak and vulnerable and scared, he keeps it out of his voice]

[lamb_of_gold]

I've found that it is for the well being of others that they go up - to assure them that you are alright, when the opposite may very well be true.

[didorothy]

I have a feeling I'll be lying through my teeth for the next few weeks, yeah. I just... can't let this ruin anything.

[lamb_of_gold]

Just be sure to allow yourself a vent - denying negative feelings for too long only hurts you in the long run.

[didorothy]

Promise, I've heard enough from psych evaluation to know it's best to get it out somehow, instead of throwing yourself into the bottle. Happens to be the option preferred by most of my coworkers, but not good for your liver, that, is it?

[lamb_of_gold]

No, I would think not. It would not benefit the mind a great deal, either.

[didorothy]

It's helps for a little bit, but, well.

[lamb_of_gold]

[knowing nod...doesn't quite know how to continue]