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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:37 pm
Ian shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable as the other one stared at him. He fidgeted a bit with his hands but otherwise kept a smile on, trying to mask his unease. He wasn't quite comfortable with people staring at him...he always felt as though people were judging him. He had enough people judging him at work (though at least he was proficient at work).
He finally averted his eyes, looking out over at the boy in a seemingly casual way. He looked back out of reflex when the other started talking again.
"Yeah...I suppose you're right there." he murmured. After being in doctor mode for so many years...you couldn't just flick it off like a light switch. Sure, in the beginning he might have been able to but...it'd been too long and the habits had become too ingrained. "I suppose...that must be a very real fear for you. It seems as though the environment of your work might cause some stress to lead to a less-than-desired mental state at times...but I don't think it's crazy at all."
He leaned back against the bench, rubbing his arms for warmth, even though his jacket kept him pretty warm as it was. But it was still chilling how right the other could be. He tried to forget his past- is was passed and gone, why bother worry? He didn't think he was confused either but... He shook his head. It was probably nothing. But if it was nothing, why did he feel so strange? He was just nervous.
"I see...it sounds as though it could make sense, though I never put much analysis into why I worked. I simply worked. The rush of the hospital atmosphere and the gratification of saving lives, making people better, of trying to make a difference...it's like nothing else." he sighed. That had always been why he thought he worked. He never brooded on ulterior motives like hiding in his work. Not before, anyways.
Tobias was a skeptical boy. He didn't believe silly things unless he had proof, simple as that. If someone would prove something to him, show him, he'd nod and accept it. Maybe if you were lucky, he'd apologize for not believing them. Maybe. She had taught him some manners and he still remembered some semblance of what she taught him. Or...he knew he acted a certain way, and he assumed it was because of Her.
That would be the hardest task his current caretaker would have- living up to Her. Tobias' first caretaker had been influential and though he didn't recall a lot (it was hard to recall info from when you were so young), he could remember that she made him feel...happy. A certain kind of happy and content. He was thus, at times, angry at others that they couldn't make him as happy- not that he knew.
"I'll see if Mr. Nikolai will say yes." he agreed. He still didn't believe the other but, like all little kids, he was curious. He wanted to know the truth, one way or another. He liked to watch; he liked to learn, to take things in.
Moving on, he looked to the half-formed snowman. A helmet...shaped out of snow? That wouldn't be a very useful helmet. Still, this was for fun, right? He looked like he was thinking again for a moment. He'd rather play on his own. Still...She would want him to make friends.
"O-okay...sure." he said with a shrug, seemingly forgetting the argument as well.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 4:32 pm
Greg stared at him and nodded at his words. "That's good. I don't want to come off as a crazy bat..."
He tore his glance away and shucked off his jacket. He was rather muscular and didn't really need it to stay warm. He had a sweater underneath. He tossed it to the other man without a word, without glancing at him. "Making a difference..." He mumbled after a few minutes, "must be nice..."
"Why do you call him that? Isn't he your dad?" Corbin asked innocently
He stood up and passed the snow ball to his friend. He worked on a second one and started to make the head. "How do we make a helmet?" He was staring at ball as if willing its self to grow a helmet.
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