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[.xander;;]

that other sign only received a further deathglare.

xander took the book in his hands and flipped it over a couple of times, inspecting the front and back covers. finally, he set it firmly down on the little coffeetable by his chair.

"i don't want your bullshit," he refuted plainly. it was easy to tell that he was presently very angry and upset, but his voice didn't fluctuate at all from its usual monotonous tone. it usually didn't, to be truthful. "that's a work of fiction. i'm not."

[lynx]

Oh this boy, some days...

He picked up the book and shoved it in the other's face as if he was being a bad dog so he could read it. "Based. Off. Of. The. Case. Of...." Insert some Lycanthrope case from twenty or so years ago, blah blah blah. "You see, a college of my wrote this years ago based off of one of his cases--he took the struggle of one of his patients years ago and wrote a sort of book around it--the struggle and such, and added this and that so people would READ it..."

[.xander;;]

he just wrinkled his nose and turned his head away so that the book wasn't in his face.

"'novel,'" he read from the back cover. "a novel is a fictitious prose narrative." he then repeated, "'based off of.' it may be based on some case, but the book itself is a work of fiction."

he trailed his stone gaze back to his psychiatrist's face. "i've told you before how discouraging it is when i open up to you and you're an asshole about it."

[lynx]

Lynx didn't usually have a temper... But it was growing to the surface right now... He instead, went to his desk, fine, fine. He pulled out a large file, thick, so thick, and went back, offering it to the other.

"Here's the file of that case, then." He held it out--it was public record, not like he was showing a private thing...

When had he been an asshole before?

[.xander;;]

lynx knew there would be tough puppies when he took on this job, so there.

"still, i'm not this person," he insisted, refusing to even take the file. "whatever that says is irrelevant." since when were schizophrenics supposed to be able to be reasoned with logically, anyway? xanny dear was certainly no exception. although he would probably disagree. but that's because he's insane. raaaaawr.

[lynx]

Has the honest urge to shake him and punch him--doesn't understand where this urge appeared from, but quells it easily. "...Fine." He just went back to his desk, put the thing up, and took out a smiley-face ball and started to squeeze it... repeatedly.

Then Sam started to eye the ball....

"...Xander, what do you want?"

[.xander;;]

lynx's self-restraint probably kept xander from going completely insane as well. his irritation seemed stifled now and he felt the boiling aggravation leave him in one long breath. a numb, worn feeling replaced it.

"rest," he sighed after staring blankly at lynx for what seemed like a number of minutes. "i'm tired. of everything."

[lynx]

"What sort of rest?" He was assuming the other wanted death, not sleep, adn that was something he was not going to allow the other to take or have, especially considering it was his goal to make the other better, not to... have him die.

Honestly, Lynx needed a long vacation.

[.xander;;]

if lynx took a vacation, xander would off himself, jussayin'.

however he was not namely speaking of death presently. yeah, he considered it now and then, but before he could do anything about it, he thought of somebody he would miss, who would miss him... so he hadn't seriously considered something that drastic for a good while now.

"just... a reprieve from it all," he mused softly. "time away. from people, from here." a short, quiet chuckle drifted out from between his lips. "from me."

[lynx]

That person was totally Poe and Lynx is sooo jealous, just saying. So Lynx observed him for a moment. "...Ah, time's up..." He paused for a moment.

"I'll see you next session, Xander..." He really was glad session was over, and he was writing away as the other left--he had several others to get to for the day, and a goodbye for one of the inmates that was leaving today--to go home.

What a rare thing.