"You're my best friend."

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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.

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"Blaine," Andrew replied firmly with a glance at her. "You need to remember that he is the reason I'm involved at all. But for Blaine to be helped, the father needs to be helped. The guy was just off the railings with his tactics of how to protect the kid. I think - hope - he's going to listen to me now and try to see where he was going wrong, but there's no guarantee. For all I know, he's back there thinking I'm some young punk doctor barely out of med school and hiding my acne, and can't possibly know what's best for a teenager because I don't have kids of my own. But he wouldn't even still have a kid if it wasn't for me, and sometimes saving a kid's life isn't just physical of keeping their heart beating and their lungs pumping air. Sometimes, it's about helping them psychologically, as you know, and Blaine's been so fucked in the head that he needs all the people around him he loves to build a firm foundation that he knows isn't going to crumble beneath him like his world has in the past. And the his father is right in the centre of all of that. His father is the one Blaine wants and needs to be okay with who he is. Maybe this is something different, but it's not like any other case I've dealt with. I'm not straight myself, so maybe that's why. I don't know. But Blaine is the one I'm trying to help. Michael is a grown-up and capable of helping himself. He just has to want it."

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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Lilah nodded to Andrew. It made perfect sense. He was a doctor. Helping people was just a part of him, a huge part of him that he'd never fully escape, nor would he want to. If not for the fact that both of them wanted to help people, they might never have made the connection that eventually led to being best friends. "It's sort of one of those can't have one without the other situations, which just makes it that much more difficult to break down into simple terms. Blaine's a special kid. One of the best kids I've met in my job. I have a lot of 'problem kids.' The ones whose parents bring them there because they're totally out of line and they have to do something before the kid ends up in juvie or worse... Kids who act out, do things to hurt other people... And here's Blaine... This precious sweetheart of a kid with a heart of gold that just makes you wish you could take him home and protect him yourself. And of all the things, to be told by your gay father that you need to stop being gay? How the hell is the kid supposed to live with that? But that's beating a dead horse at this point. We both know that. We know that Blaine is in a shitty situation because his father's being stubborn. But you're more than attached to Blaine, there's no question about that. And maybe he's found in you what he can't find in his dad right now... And hasn't really been able to find in his dad's gay friends because Michael's probably blocked all their attempts at it... a gay man who's older than him, at a successful place in his life, and supportive of his choices. He doesn't just see you as a doctor, or he wouldn't tell you things like the fact that he got his first kiss and his first boyfriend. That would have nothing to do with being a doctor, and everything to do with being a person he trusts."

"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."