❀ forty-nine unicorn statues for my desk in the empty office

[iamdamnloyal]

[Harmony takes a small breath inward, trying to figure out what to do. His last appointment had left hours ago, but he hadn't come out of his office. It was possible that he didn't come out of his office, because he wasn't in his office. It gave her a sick feeling in her stomach, because as she got closer to the castle, she got an even worse feeling. By the time she got to where his room should be, she had already decided that she wouldn't cry.]

Doctor... [Another small breath, she's not going to cry.]

Doctor Lance Sweets isn't here anymore. [Exhale.] He's probably back in DC helping the FBI or something else amazing.

He helped so many people and I really hope that if you knew him, like I knew him, that you agree with me.

I'm not sure what I'll do with his office in the city. I signed paperwork with him, so I know that it's mine now, but I'm not exactly a psychologist -- but if anyone ever wants to talk, I've been told I'm a pretty good listener. [Sort of.]

I -- [She pauses, trying once more not to get too emotional.]

I can't play piano, like at all, but if anyone wants to come to Caritas tonight, to honor him, I'd like that.

[And with that, Harmony'll pack up her journal and head out to Caritas. She will be drinking... something tonight and trying not to request Wind Beneath My Wings for karaoke.]

Comments

[encryptedlock]

Aw, hell. Seriously?

[Losing the castle's only shrink is all kinds of bad. Now who is York supposed to verify his head's screwed on right with?]

[iamdamnloyal]

I'm sorry. I'm sure he's sorry too.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, I know he wouldn't leave anyone who was counting on him, it's just--

[He sighs.]

Well, I was counting on him, you know?

[iamdamnloyal]

No, I completely understand that. He was a really good doctor.

[encryptedlock]

Yeah.

You going to be all right?

[letsbe_clear]

[when she lands at Caritas, Cordy will wander over and give her a sympathetic look]

You okay?

[iamdamnloyal]

[She nods and sighs.]

Yeah. He really was an adorable boss. I mean, I know that's not the right qualification... but he was.

[letsbe_clear]

I never met him, but from what I heard on the journal he seemed like a nice guy.

[iamdamnloyal]

He really was.

I think I need a drink.

[letsbe_clear]

[nods as she reaches for one of the glasses]

What kind?

[iamdamnloyal]

Maybe a martini? [It's not like she'll taste it anyway.]

[letsbe_clear]

One martini, coming up!

[iamdamnloyal]

Thanks, Cordy. [She sighs.]

What should I do with his office?

[iamdamnloyal]

I think so. I'm going to the bar, so I'll at least be drinking.

[letsbe_clear]

[works on fixing the drink, before shrugging a bit]

Is there something you've always wanted to do with that kind of space?

[iamdamnloyal]

I haven't given it much thought. I mean, that's his office space.

[letsbe_clear]

[nods]

How long is the lease for?

[encryptedlock]

Were you here that one time he thought he was a bartender?

--Anyway. Drink one for me too, yeah?

[iamdamnloyal]

Uhm... I don't know. I should check.

[iamdamnloyal]

You won't join me?

[encryptedlock]

Don't think I can, really. I have kind of a--situation.

[Namely? He won't risk wandering around while Maine's free, even to drink to a friend. But that's what wishing up booze is for, right?]

[iamdamnloyal]

Okay. Well, if you change your mind I'm at Caritas. [The no-violence bar.]

Otherwise, I'll have one for you.

[encryptedlock]

I'll see if I can make it.

[He does like that place...though it, too, reminds him of someone who's left.]

[iamdamnloyal]

Okay. I'll keep a seat open for you.

[encryptedlock]

Appreciate it, and thanks for letting us know.