What he wrote were only simple notes really, nothing too important - the patient had barely said anything worth noting - but the simple movement of the pen was sure to draw attention and get "Cloud" to thinking. Jizabel kept his own eyes down in the moments he jotted away, just knowing that "Cloud" had given him a glance up.
A little at a time.
Ah, one's thoughts. Those were dangerous sometimes, as Jizabel well knew. "Well, Heaven forbid," he teased just slightly at that last comment, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. By the looks of it, this patient was already in some state of depression. If he could get any worse than this, Jizabel would have been impressed. "But that is understandable. Are your friends important to you?" he asked, turning his attention up once more.
They must have been if "Cloud" was taking into account their concerns over him. Or maybe it was just peer pressure. These friends could very well not want him to think so that he wouldn't doubt the life he had fabricated.
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A little at a time.
Ah, one's thoughts. Those were dangerous sometimes, as Jizabel well knew. "Well, Heaven forbid," he teased just slightly at that last comment, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. By the looks of it, this patient was already in some state of depression. If he could get any worse than this, Jizabel would have been impressed. "But that is understandable. Are your friends important to you?" he asked, turning his attention up once more.
They must have been if "Cloud" was taking into account their concerns over him. Or maybe it was just peer pressure. These friends could very well not want him to think so that he wouldn't doubt the life he had fabricated.