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I Had Nothing to Offer Anybody...
What: Whistler needs some perspective
Where: The park
When: April 12
Warnings: N/A. Will update if needed.
Whistler hadn't exactly told George what he needed to talk about when he called her, only that he needed to talk. He needed perspective, possibly even advice of a kind he couldn't get from just any kind of person. For the past few days he'd been distracted, frequently finding himself motionless, lost in thought. It was like there was a problem in his wiring causing the rest of his synapses to malfunction, but without help he couldn't identify which specific wire was faulty and so therefore he couldn't correct the error.
Logically he knows only one person could really give him the answer he needed, but he's not ready to ask them. Not until he has more information. He needs to be able to better comprehend the nature of his problem before anything else, and he is hoping George can help him do that.
So now he sits on a park bench waiting for her, idly fiddling with his cane, collapsing and uncollapsing it simply to hear that faint familiar *click.*
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[That was one of the more memorable posts Whistler has ever come across on the network]
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But you didn't answer my question. Am I a bad person for being happy her boyfriend vanished?
[desperate times come for drastic measures]