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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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."