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[lastdecember]

This is the after hours contact for Nicholas Wolfwood, Logistics. If this is an emergency, stop wasting everyone's time and page me.

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[heartofhealing]

[ The smile he gets in return is honest, gold eyes crinkling a bit at the edges. ]

Thank you, Mr. Wolfwood.

[ Baizhu takes his hand down and then steps away to head for the door. ]

I'll remember everything you shared with me. For the record, though... have you seen anything?

[lastdecember]

[ That smile says that he lost this round, but any encounter with a doctor that doesn't end with medication -- or worse -- is a win in Wolfwood's book. Baizhu is heading for the door, so Wolfwood turns to head back to his workstation, replying as he settles back into his seat. ]

No. They're just dreams. That shit doesn't mean anything.

[heartofhealing]

[ Baizhu makes a bit of a humming sound at that, but nods.

"You'd be surprised how much dreams can have meaning sometimes", he wants to say - but he's agitated the man enough already. Instead the doctor slips out of the room and disappears. ]