Note to self: switch female staff routes away from Jerome

You really think too highly of yourself, sweetheart.

Mhmm But not everyone in the asylum does

While she’s working at her desk perhaps?

Hmm~ Maybe underneath it?

“People know we’re engaged now. They’ve written reports about the babies…” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “They look to you as much as they do me now. They know more then ever your opinion is also my own. We’d be lost without /each other/“

Hmm, Doors open you know.

Are those- the Arkham socks?

They are the ones that we gave you. Oh darling, I can get you something better. Something that… doesn’t remind you of this place. But- you can’t tell anyone.

Really? Well fine. Consider my generosity null and void.

She’s just waking up too, preparing their coffees. Leaning back into him with a soft smile. “You missed~”

She gets in the car. Hardly looks over to him. “Reed… is there a reason you wanted to meet me like this?”

It hasn’t snowed yet. She’s walking to work.

Oh… my son- what’s the matter?

She’s shaking She misses Asra Shaw so bad- it’s hard to put into words

Poor Sweetpea. Lay down on the couch- I’ll bring you some water.

[ Getting him some water and a cool cloth- wiping hair off his forehead, then placing the cloth there ] Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?

{A frown- briefly- before her soft and reassuring smile returns.} Yes. Paul. My son. He’s gone.

My son. My son. I will never get tired of saying it.

{ She fusses a hand gently through his hair } I want to be clear- he isn’t coming back. He *cant*. But even if he did- I have legal custody of you. I’ve adopted you. He couldn’t take you anywhere without my permission and of course- I would never give it.