obligatory fourth of july post

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Alcohol was not the only thing she was wishing for. Right now, she kind of wishes that she could have a hug, too. She sips down the liquid a bit more roughly this time, hoping that it'll at least make her feel a miniscule better. Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn't mind it. It's still good to her.

Her eyes fixate on the sky again.]

It's really bittersweet, isn't it? It looks so real, but everyone very well knows it's not.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

It's real enough for me, considering it's all we got...I'll take it.

[He glances over to Jane to see if she's enjoying her drink and he catches that expression of hers.]

Is something wrong?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I guess. Still, I'd like to see the real sky at least one more time. It feels like I'm on a school trip to the planetarium.

Hm? [She looks at him.] Oh, no, every thing's fine. [She flashes a small smile.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Jane-? Are you going to tell me what it is?

[He knows better; she can't hide very much from him.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. Why do you ask?

[Jane was never very good at masking a lot of her emotions. She is too sympathetic and people friendly to do something such as that.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

It's something. [I just can't read your mind to find out what that something is.]

...You are going to continue to hide it from me?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

I'm just... thinking that's all.

[She adverts her eyes to stare at the fake sky again.] Everyone thinks.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I suppose so...

[Now he's extremely curious and has joined her in 'thinking'.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She feels bad that she's too proud of a person to tell him, but she figures she also shouldn't burden him with things he's already gotten over. It's all in the past for him; she's a bit jealous of that. He doesn't have to think about it anymore, he's learned not to.

She finishes the rest of the saké in her cup, and reaches between them to grab the bottle.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He glances over and watches her graceful movements.]

...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[When she finishes pouring the small amount in the ceramic cup, her eyes glance up to see him looking at her. She smiles, the cup close to her lips.]

What?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

You're just wonderful to watch. Your movements are so gentle and deliberate...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Her smile grows and she says nothing for a few moments. Then, with her voice a bit quieter:]

You have to be gentle if you want to be a doctor. Nobody wants to be in more pain than expected.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Mmmh. More than just a plain, old doctor. You have the adept motor skills of a surgeon. The sheer amount of medical skills that you command is impressive.

I can barely stitch a cut properly. My hands are often rather shaky.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at the compliment and looks down at her own hands.] Thank you. I've worked hard to know what I've learned.

[She looks up at him, smiling.] Your hands aren't a doctor's hands, though. They're a soldiers hands. There's a difference. [Then, she extends her hand out to him.] That doesn't mean they can't be gentle, though.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He takes her hand in his and rests his other smooth hand atop hers.]

I try. I may not succeed, but I try.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She rests her elbow on the arm of the flimsy chair, gently grabbing his hand.]

There's a way to find out, but from what I've already experienced, you're succeeding just fine.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.]

Hah. If you say so.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Really! You always think a soldiers hands are going to be... [She waves her free hand in the air.] Rough, or that they'll hurt you some how, but in reality, they know how the hands works, you know? Like, I'm sure if I held a gun, it would be entirely the wrong way, but if you held a gun, you'd know exactly what way to hold it to make it shoot perfectly.

It's the same with a doctor's hands. We know how to find the quickest way to solve a problem, and we need our hands to help with that. [She holds her hand up, showing her elongated fingers.] You get what I mean?

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

My hands were a lot rougher at one point. Sleeping for several years softened them up considerably, but yes- I get what you mean.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Your hands are perfect, Snake.

[She flashes him a smile.]

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

Perfection is impossible to attain, no matter how hard one tries.

[He smirks back at her.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

But imperfections are what make people perfect.

[old-papa-john.livejournal.com]

I suppose on some level this is true.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

It is true. [She takes a sip from the ceramic cup.] Although, I still don't understand how you can like me for my future imperfections.

[They're not even imperfections, she thinks. They're much worse than that.]