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Fandom Clinic, Monday 1/17

Stark hadn't left his apartment all weekend. Stark had barely managed to get off his couch after Faye had left. And now there was snow and ice and and it was cold and that only made him feel worse. He'd never liked the cold. He liked it even less right now. Right now, to be fair, he didn't like anything.

He hadn't brought any coffee or anything else with him this morning to the clinic. He'd just walked in without a word, shrugged out of his coat, then turned and started opening cupboards at random, looking for something to do to occupy his hands at least. The cupboards didn't really need organizing. He was going to do it anyway.

The nurses seemed to have decided to keep their distance though there were some whispered conversations he was choosing to pretend he didn't notice.

[The clinic is open, the very distraught alien is in, and there's no school today so I'm theoretically around.]

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Where an alien will come talk to you if you need him. He just won't be happy about it. Or about anything else.

Anakin had heard Jaye's radio on Sunday and so he was a good enough friend to brave the cold (so cold. SO COLD) and his wife's well-meaning but pointless attempts to get him to wear a hat with a pompom on top of it to slog over to the clinic with a shave ice from raccoons.

...they had been very insistent.

"Coffee is passe," he said, holding it out. "This is, allegedly, cherry."

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Oh, but the pompom would have helped!

"Cherry?" Stark echoed, turning to see who had walked in and then just blinking a few times in confusion. "Cherry what? Anakin?"

Yes, obviously Anakin, but Stark wasn't exactly at his best at the moment.

"Cherry icy thing," Anakin said. "The raccoons on the corner by the police station were very insistent."

"Oh." That explained almost nothing but this was Fandom.

"Thank you," Stark said, almost automatically as he reached for it. "But why did you bring it here? Did you need help? Did something happen?"

There could have been an invasion going on outside and he wouldn't have noticed. He was very much stuck inside his own head right now.

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Anakin looked caught out and being nice about something. "Just...thought you might appreciate something weird today."

Niceness from Anakin was generally unexpected.

"Thank you," Stark said quietly before taking a bite. Was eating raccoon shaved ice a good idea? Maybe not. Did he care right now? No.

"I'm...you heard."

Anakin nodded, pressing his lips together. "So you get...the finest rodent-made treats."

The traditional gift for breakups?

"Will that help?" Stark didn't think it would. He wasn't sure anything would help right now. He was almost certainly going to attempt to drown his sorrows at a bar after he left here. At least he'd have some cherry syrup in his system first?

Red dye was definitely a hangover cure. Somewhere.

"I don't know," Anakin admitted, "but it can't hurt."

You couldn't die of eating ice from the sidewalk, right?

Maybe all the vodka Stark was going to drink later would kill any germs?

"You may be right." Or maybe it would hurt but he wouldn't notice because he was just a walking ball of confused hurt at the moment.

"I was planning on alcohol. Later. I hadn't thought of flavored ice."

"Flavored ice plus alcohol," Anakin said. "Cures everything but the hangover."

"I'll deal with that later." Or not. Maybe the trick was just staying drunk and avoiding the hangover that way? "If I have to."

"Come over for dinner first?" Anakin wheedled.

"Not hungry," Stark said. Look, he was eating the raccoon ice! Wasn't that enough?

It was not enough. He hadn't really eaten yesterday either.

"Maybe another day."

He might need to be hauled out of one of the bars and forcibly fed, honestly.

"Not even a cupcake?" Anakin replied.

Stark shook his head.

"No."

The situation was really quite dire.

Anakin hissed in a little breath. "That's not what I expected to hear."

"A lot of unexpected things the past few days."

Stark was still eating the shaved ice. He was trying. He was just doing it sadly.

Anakin let the sympathy show on his face for once. "I'm sorry," he said, quiet and sincere.

"So am I." There was a spot in the floor that suddenly looked very interesting. "I didn't know."

"Those are the worst kind," Anakin said sympathetically.

"It was too sudden. And now she's gone."

Stark might have gotten used to the idea, given a little time. But he hadn't been given any time.

"She's gone and I don't know what to do."

Probably don't follow Anakin's path of being on fire and turning evil.

"Eat some cupcakes, drink a lot and watch some deeply stupid holos," Anakin advised.

At least being on fire would be warm?

"Maybe. I don't know. I...I just got used to not being alone."

There was an awkward pause because Anakin was bad at personning, sometimes.

"I could come over and we could eat cupcakes, drink, and watch terrible holos?"

"Really? You... you don't need to do that."

Because just look at how extremely fine Stark was doing, Anakin. So fine.

"Perhaps not," though he did, "but I would like to."

There was a part of Stark that wanted to decline the offer and just wallow on his own. Another part knew very well he needed a friend (or several) right now.

"... all right. We could do that."

Anakin smiled. "Good. How's Thursday? We can watch movies and pretend that it's for my drama class."

Surely nothing weird would happen on Thursday!

Oh no, nothing weird could possibly happen on Thursday.

"I...maybe. I don't...there's nothing I need to do on Thursdays. Or Fridays. Or the weekend. Tomorrow I have class, at least. And radio on Wednesday."

Stark's weeks were very frontloaded. He might be regretting that right now.

"Then we'll meet Thursday. Do you like Thai or Chinese?"

Rory would make him bring both. And a pizza. And some cookies. And Ben and Jerry's. Ben and Jerry's was the food of wallowing.

"Yes? Either is fine. I'm not...as long as it isn't something terrible Summer's made."

Maybe he'd even be hungry by Thursday. There was hope for that, at least.

"This will be a Jello-free get together," Anakin promised.

"It isn't always jello...sometimes it's other things. Worse things. But good. Thank you."

Anakin gave him a smile. "Of course."

In case of winter-related injuries? Or anything else.

No school, it's gross outside, and it's been weeks since I felt good. Whee.

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