Abraxas: Inbox

[restingstitchface]

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This is Dr. Crane. I'm not available right now but my answering machine is. Maybe you can hold a conversation with it instead?

Comments

[oversight]

Why is it that I've seen you hanging around Jayden's place more than once?

[restingstitchface]

Twice is only once more than once, detective.

[oversight]

Astute. You can tell me or I can start asking around. Up to you.

[restingstitchface]

Oh please. You'll ask around anyway.

[oversight]

You're right. Consider this your opportunity to direct the narrative.

[restingstitchface]

About what? We were having friendly conversation.

[oversight]

So you're friends.

[restingstitchface]

Like two peas in a pod.

[oversight]

Then you're not providing him your services.

[restingstitchface]

Only an open mind and a listening ear. As friends do.

[oversight]

Yeah, sure.

[restingstitchface]

Filing charges without evidence hardly befits a member of Gotham's finest. Well, perhaps it does, but if you'd like to make an appointment to investigate for yourself...

[oversight]

An appointment with you? You're not serious.

[restingstitchface]

I am intimately aware of the right time to be serious, detective. You strike me as a man haunted by his troubles. Who else can you talk to with the right expertise and, dare I say, knowledge of home?

[Beggars can't be choosers.]

[oversight]

If you're my troubles then you're not wrong. And I'm certainly not paying you to gleefully extract information from me.

[restingstitchface]

I am more than aware that you despise me, detective. But never make assumptions. If you are any good at your work then you understand why I do what I do.

[Hint: it's not for money.]

[oversight]

The sick thrill?

[restingstitchface]

Of discovery. But I understand your hostility, given your experience as a detective who cannot discover anything.

[oversight]

Never make assumptions, doc. If you're any good at your work then you understand why I do what I do.

[restingstitchface]

[Sigh.]

Would you like to put your money where your mouth is?

[oversight]

You know what? Maybe I will. Maybe I'll show up one day in your office, lay on your little fainting couch, fold my hands over my chest, and bear my innermost to you. I'm sure you'd really love that.

[restingstitchface]

Ah, who doesn't love listening to someone whinge?

[ordinar]

Hi, um

I don't know if you remember me. It's ok if you don't. We talked once, like, a while ago. You said you were a psychologist back home, and you were offering your services here too.

[There's a question implied somewhere in there.]

[restingstitchface]

[There's no name to the words. Not until he reads the signature at the bottom. Handy feature, that. How wonderful it was to have it pointed out. Now all he needs is to remember who this is.]

Well, I already made the offer, that if you need support I would be available. Do you have questions? Or would you like to make an appointment?

[ordinar]

Can we just talk like this for now?

I mean, I don't even really know what I want to talk about or what kind of questions I have. It's just

A lot has happened.

[And it feels easier this way, not having a face to put to the words that print themselves on the book he's pretending to read. The person on the other side is just a silhouette.]