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"Worried about what, Jerry? You should really be specific about such things you know."

The doctor's smile shifted into something smaller, an twist of quiet satisfaction. Then he was lifting his own glass, murmuring lightly, "Why yes, or course you may have a drink, Jerry. Please do help yourself."

The warning earned a laugh from the other man, "Oh, no worries, I never have to force my attentions, Jerry. But I do so love my games." Taking a sip of his drink he considered what Jerry had said, "You don't seem to have a very clear idea of what the problem happens to be. Which is sad. So I'll let you in, on a little secret that you probably already know. That sweet, considerate girl, all innocence and breathless purity and wide-eyed awe at finding herself in a whole new world? She never existed..." he paused a moment, considering, "...or rather, she only existed for the sake of a man who is now quite dead. And so the actual person steps forward and well...destroys the remains. Which quite possibly...includes your so-called love."

With a shrug, the doctor leaned back on his elbows and studied his glass, "It's not at all unusual really. After all, do you like who you used to be? The little boy, hapless and helpless in the face of his own fears and addictions?" A wistful smile and a sigh, "Your father was a mess too, but I think I like you better."

Gesturing widely with his glass, the doctor smiled, "Collins bloodline and all that. He wasn't very fun though, held it all in until he imploded, which was nice, but very boring in the lead-up, you know? Oh...well, of course you don't know," he gave Jerry a sympathetic look, "...after all, how could you?"

"Suicide, of a sort," the doctor gave Jerry a pleasantly expectant look. "Why? Are you planning on following in daddy's footsteps, or is this just morbid curiosity because you can't help but make your own life worse. Either way, do know I'll always be here to help you along. I've hmm..." he smiled, "...got your back, as they say."

Jerry had opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. His brain was aching. Just then, he wanted nothing more than to crumple in the chair and pass out.

Did H really know his father? Had known? Was he just... ******** with him? It was hard to tell, especially under these emotional circumstances.

Wash's knock and sudden voice made him jump, and he quickly drained his glass.

"I... I'm alright, Wash," He managed, although his voice was a hoarse, bourbon-burnt choke.

Jerry was torn. On one hand... H was pressing buttons. Was he just pulling his strings? Changing the subject? His head was spinning, exploding, melting out his ears.

He couldn't deal with this right now.

The room contorted, feeling large, engulfing, and for a moment he thought he would collapse to the floor.

He managed to stand up without falling. His eyes narrowed on H, his lips pursed tightly as he straightened his coat. "Sir."

He grabbed the bottle off of the desk, tottered slightly, before turning to follow his moon's lead.

A Sun had to trust his Moon. Especially when the Sun nearly fumbled into the door frame in his attempt to sweep out with his dignity intact. Or what remained of it.

As far as Jerry was concerned, conversations could continue when he wasn't feeling the urge to pass out or scream or both.