fandom_clinic | FTEC, Wednesday, Evening Shift [Nov 21]

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FTEC, Wednesday, Evening Shift [Nov 21]

It was a rather happy Ronan who made his way into the clinic on Wednesday evening, setting his backpack behind the desk. He frowned to see that they still had Adah in as a patient, making sure to check on her and see how she was doing.

But other than that? Definitely a happy Ronan.

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Ronan blushed. "Oh, uh, thanks." Funny, he could ask Peter out easily enough, but find out that someone else thought he was good enough for Peter?

The blushing was too adorable and one more reason why Isabel thought they'd be good for one another. "Not a problem. At all. I hope it works out. I'd like to see you both happy."

Ronan grinned. "Speaking of happy, how are things between you and Wyatt?"

"Good," she said, as that sappy smile made yet another appearance. "Very good even. I'm going with him out to his family's for the holiday. It'll be fun."

"Oh?" Ronan considered that for a moment. "Good," he said. "Things are definitely going well if you're meeting the family."

It's one of those weird Fandom things. Wyatt and Chris's mom is an alternate version of a student that graduated here last May," Isabel explained. "So I already know her. And the other folks that'll be there are other graduates and friends. So no, it's not the same as if he were to bring me home to meet his grandfather or something."

"Oh, okay," Ronan replied. "... Fandom is really, really weird."

"You're only just figuring this out?" she snickered.

"Well, no," Ronan said, laughing in return, "but every now and then I feel it worth reiterating."

"That's true. Sometimes we get too used to the weirdness," Isabel admitted. "Then something happens to remind you that yes, this place is bizarre."

"Like spending a couple of days twenty years older," Ronan said, smiling softly. "I slept with Johnny again. I don't quite count it, it's while we were older, and... it was different. If anything, the memory of it now tells me that I'm not interested in him anymore. Attracted, sure, but... not in the same way I used to be."

A moment after saying it, he realises that he's not sure if she knew about that, but then another moment passes and he realises that he doesn't care -- it's Isabel, after all.

"I'd heard radio. Can I just say I'm so glad I missed that particular bout of weirdness?" she replied, sipping her drink. "That's good isn't it? That it's over? I mean I get attracted. Hell, I'm attracted. I think that's only natural."

"We're neither of us dead, after all," Ronan agreed. "And yeah, it's good. He has Savannah, and... I don't think he'd ever have been able to be with me. Not the way I'd have truly wanted. Sex, sure, maybe even some dates, but..." He shrugged. "I guess a year's separation will do that. Help you get over someone, I mean."

And finding someone who actually seemed to be seriously interested helped.

"No. We're not." And if that was a little heartfelt, Isabel was still processing the events of the week before. "You're right though, I don't think he could. It's his loss."

Ronan shrugged, smiling a little -- with a touch of sadness as he thought of the previous week, but he was already healing. "His loss, indeed." He grinned. "So, what do you know about Peter's taste in food?"

"He likes good pizza," Isabel laughed, remembering all the times she'd teased him about Sbarro's.

"... Pizza. Okay. What else?"

"He's a guy. I think your options are pretty unlimited. What'll matter to him is that you did it yourself."

"Hey, I'm a guy," Ronan retorted, "and I definitely care about what I eat." He paused. "... Most of the time." He paused again. "... Okay, it's more a matter of that I care about what I cook, but you're totally still not right about guys." He paused once more. "... Shut up."

Isabel hadn't said a word. The entire conversation was done in eyebrow.

"It's just... I want it to be special." Ronan frowned. "I know that maybe I'm sounding kinda scarily invested in this already, but... he sat with me almost non-stop last week, until he got sick himself. You know, you were there -- although at least you took breaks." Ronan smiled a bit, before continuing. "I just... I want it to special to thank him for that. Show how much it means to me that he'd do that for someone, because I know that it wasn't because it was me. He'd have done it for anyone."

"Most of my breaks were at other people's bedsides. A lot of friends were sick. And if I wasn't there, I was yelling at both Peter and Wyatt to rest," Isabel told him, with a wry smile. "The two of them, stubborn and determined and just gah!"

"But," she said, bumping his shoulder. "I get what and why you want to do it. And think he'll appreciate it."

"Good," Ronan said softly. "I hope he does. He's... He's a good guy."

Isabel nodded. She knew exactly what he was talking about. "Again with the not arguing. I'm hoping it works out for you both."

Ronan sipped his hot chocolate, relishing the sweet-spicy taste. "... You should probably get going," he said, "or you'll miss your show."

FTEC, Wednesday, Evening Shift [Nov 21]

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