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Saturday had been a good day for him. He hadn't managed to get to the book shop, which was good. He didn't want to see Aziraphale yet. Soon. But not yet.

By noon Sunday morning, he was in the clinic, playing The Beatles instead of Johnny Cash. Cash the puppy was asleep under the desk. The doors were open, coffee brewed in the pot.

The doctor is in. And in a fairly decent mood.

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*DEATH walks into the clinic, with what appears to be a large stack of Planned Parenthood materials, a book entitled Safe Sex and Society and a value-pack box of colored condoms, along with his usual assortment of art supplies. He is also wearing his colored condom robe, today.*

"Hello, DEATH." House looks up from his gameboy and set it aside. Cash stirred under the desk, and jumped up into House's lap.

"Well, you certainly look festive today. Promoting safe sex?"

House laughed a little. "Yes, I can see that. Have at, DEATH. You have my blessing to do whatever you like. Do you need me to do anything?"

House laughed. "And deprive Lisa of the pleasure? I'll pass. I need to speak with The Principal today, wouldn't want to visit with him smelling of latex. Actually, if you'll hold down the fort here, I'll go see if he's available now and get this over with."

*DEATH, while speaking, has opened the box of condoms and is stretching a bright pink one casually, considering how to begin.*

"You should make a poodle out of that." House smirked. "Little condom balloon animals? That would be sweet."

He walked back to the aprtment and shooed Cash inside the door.

Justin had undoubtably missed Greg since last night, he couldn't hide it either with the constant pacing around his kitchen, staring at the plates and glasses on the table that he had failed to clean up. He gnawed on his index finger's nail before deciding that he couldn't live like this, he slipped on a light jacket and his pennyloafers before heading out to stop by the clinic.

He stepped in the clinic, two cups of coffee in his hands as he glanced around, "Greg?" he said lightly, slow steps making him come further into the clinic space.

DEATH looks up from behind the desk, still trying to come up with a way to inflate the condoms without lungs.

Intrigued by the condoms, Justin laughs a bit lightly even though he didn't mean too, "Do you know where he went? I brought him some coffee." Justin holds up the burning cups of coffee and decides to set them down on the desk, blowing on his hands to cool them, "Kind of hot." a smile.

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