Dr. Andrew Pearson (
bad2theboner) wrote in
queerasglee2012-08-08 03:37 pm
"You're my best friend."
Who: Andrew Pearson and Lilah Ryckaert
What: BFFs hanging out
Where: Andrew's apartment, Pittsburgh
When: A few days after the crash
Andrew was, gratefully, at the end of another long shift but this time he didn't feel like he wanted to go home and pass out straight away. When Lilah texted him to ask if he was doing anything after work, he happily agreed they should hang out. It had been far too long. He wasn't interested in drinking or clubbing, though. Sometimes they would frequent Babylon together, even if she was female, she still could appreciate the fine art of a gorgeous half-naked gay body. Who couldn't? Plus, she took it upon herself to make it her job to get Andy hooked up, because it had been a long time since he had. His last lover, Daniel, had to move back to New York to take a job he couldn't pass up and their relationship didn't survive the distance. They were still close, but it came to its natural end. They had a friends with benefits thing now if they were in the same place at the same time.
He was dressed right down in sweats and a tank, bare-feet and his hair lightly tussled after a shower when he got home fro work. He carried a couple of sodas and a large bowl of popcorn through to his living room and handed it to Lilah, who was scrolling through the movie options on TV. They lived in the same apartment block, so it was weird they didn't hang out as much as they should, but they both worked ridiculous hours and it was hard to find the time lately. "I just want my fucking car back," he lamenting, slightly huffy. He knew it had been an accident, but walking to and from work was getting tiresome.
What: BFFs hanging out
Where: Andrew's apartment, Pittsburgh
When: A few days after the crash
Andrew was, gratefully, at the end of another long shift but this time he didn't feel like he wanted to go home and pass out straight away. When Lilah texted him to ask if he was doing anything after work, he happily agreed they should hang out. It had been far too long. He wasn't interested in drinking or clubbing, though. Sometimes they would frequent Babylon together, even if she was female, she still could appreciate the fine art of a gorgeous half-naked gay body. Who couldn't? Plus, she took it upon herself to make it her job to get Andy hooked up, because it had been a long time since he had. His last lover, Daniel, had to move back to New York to take a job he couldn't pass up and their relationship didn't survive the distance. They were still close, but it came to its natural end. They had a friends with benefits thing now if they were in the same place at the same time.
He was dressed right down in sweats and a tank, bare-feet and his hair lightly tussled after a shower when he got home fro work. He carried a couple of sodas and a large bowl of popcorn through to his living room and handed it to Lilah, who was scrolling through the movie options on TV. They lived in the same apartment block, so it was weird they didn't hang out as much as they should, but they both worked ridiculous hours and it was hard to find the time lately. "I just want my fucking car back," he lamenting, slightly huffy. He knew it had been an accident, but walking to and from work was getting tiresome.

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He put his beer to his lips and watched the screen without really taking much notice of what was being shown there. Porn was more fun to watch with company, and not having company was part of his whole problem here. At least, company that wasn't a lesbian. "This isn't just stunting, it's completely screwing with Blaine's mental functioning. The sad part is, if the dude's husband was still alive, I'd put money on the fact he would be utterly horrified with how Michael was raising Blaine through his teens. The dude died of HIV. He suffered to be exactly who he was, sexuality and all. It's like a smack in the face to the dead husband not letting their kid be himself, no matter how scared or protective the guy wants to be. If I was in his shoes and raising a kid on my own after losing a partner, I'd want to be doing all I could to instil all the amazing qualities and traits of them into the kid to preserve the legacy."
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"It's ridiculous. I've never seen a gay parent make being gay so damn hard on their kid. And I'm with you on that. It seems like Michael's still struggling so much with the loss of his husband after more than a decade, but he's not doing anything to help himself, and instead, he's just heaping all these fears and insecurities on Blaine. The best damn thing he could do for his husband's memory would be to give Blaine a chance to be the person he really is. But instead, he's using the loss of his husband as an excuse to be an overbearing father, and failing Blaine." Pausing, she fell silent for a moment before taking a swig of her own drink. "Maybe what Michael really needs is a good lay."
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He scratched at the back of his head tiredly. "Even so, he's gotta stop taking it out on his kid. Whatever grief he is still dealing with or whatever unresolved issues he's got clogging up his thought process, Blaine cannot be the scapegoat for that anymore. It's taken it's toll. The kid nearly suicided over it. Enough is enough. It's not Blaine's fault the dude died of HIV for a bad fuck in the past, and it's not my fault either. Maybe he does need a really good lay, but with the giant bug he has lodged up his ass about absolutely fucking everything, no dude is going to have a chance to pull that off."
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Using the hair tie on her wrist, Lilah sat up a little straighter and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail. It was a bit all over the place, but she couldn't be bothered with having perfect hair for a BFF date night. It wasn't like it was going to bother Andrew. "No doubt about that," she agreed. "You're absolutely right. It's no one's fault except, unfortunately, the other dad's, and whoever it was he slept with, for not being safe and using protection. And I think in a way that makes it harder, because the only place to lay blame is the person that you're missing. Either way, it's pretty clear that he's not letting many people get through to him, if any. I just hope he listened to some of what you had to say at some point."
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He sighed, scrunching his nose up and pulling his mouth to the side. He didn't say anything more yet but he eventually looked over at her, taking a long swing from his bottle to finish it off. "Alright, go. Psychoanalyse me, and him, and the situation. I know you want to. You're doing that psychologist passive-aggressive thing. But just so you know, I'm reserving my judgement and I also reserve the right to object and not listen to your analysis. I promise I won't get pissed off with what you say, because honestly, I'm willing to at least consider all sides of everything for Blaine's sake. Do you think I'm too personally invested and should just step back? I don't know why this particular case or this particular kid is sticking with me, but he is. It's just turning out to be one of the hardest to deal with in the history of my entire career, and that is saying something, because I've had some beauties being an ER doctor. Do you think I should just pull my nose out of it and leave them be?"
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Lilah didn't immediately jump right on the bandwagon of phsychoanalysis. Instead, she sat quiet for a few moments, taking in everything that Andy had said about things up until this point. Pausing, she had to smile just a little at him. "Hey... You know usually the therapist is supposed to be the one asking all the questions. Get it right, Andrew!" She was only teasing, though, and she let his words sink in as she sat there. "I think the answer to that question is dependent on who you're asking. Are you asking me as a colleague, a therapist, or a friend? Because as a colleague in a medical career, I would say yes, absolutely, Andrew, you need to step back and let them have it. As a therapist, I'd be more concerned with your finding out what it is that's drawn you to them and their situation as opposed to any other trauma patient you've dealt with in the past. We'd need to dig a lot deeper into where this is all coming from. But as your friend? Andy, I know you. And your heart is in this, whether you wanted it to be or not. And there's not really anything you can do about that at this point but just follow it. I know that it's not what the ordinary advice would be, but ordinarily, it's not my best friend I'm analyzing. I know you too well to just expect that you'd back down from something like this once it has hold of you."
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He fell quiet as he listened to her, and gave her a wry glance along with an eyeroll when she proceeded to fence-sit and not really give him a straight answer on anything. "You don't even know how to psyho-analyse this situation. Just admit it. Don't give me a bunch of flowery crap about being my friend and therapist and colleague. Because you're not my therapist, and never will be, and you're only a secondary colleague. This whole thing is just as confusing to me as it is to you and your psycho-analysis was piss-weak. I could have told you my heart was in it the minute that kid was wheeled into my resus on a blood-soaked gurney."
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"I'm not saying that I'm your therapist, Andy," she huffed back at him. "I'm saying that I look at things one way when I'm in therapist brain, and the other two are different. But you're right. This particular situation isn't as easy as just putting some kind of label on it, telling you to do it a certain way, and moving on. It's confusing for me, yes, and I can't look at it objectively, because it's my friend in question, and a kid who has come to mean a lot to me, too. So yeah. You're right. I don't even know where to start with this one."