retroviridae: (you need that killer instinct)
π™³πš. πš†π™Έπ™»π™»π™Έπ™°π™Ό π™±π™Έπšπ™Ίπ™Έπ™½ ([personal profile] retroviridae) wrote in [community profile] arklaycounty 2022-12-15 09:15 pm (UTC)

he's gonna be fucked up about this for the next 20yrs and he didn't even get shot

I can work under mildly distracting conditions without issue.

[ As much as the loud chattering that had been typical to the laboratories in the Spencer Mansion prior to their tenure as chief researchers had aggravated William, he was able to focus on, even become engrossed in, his work under conditions such as their current ones.

And even if he couldn't focus, attempting to was better than sitting here and doing absolutely nothing when Albert slept. William Birkin's was a mind that needed to stay occupied, and leaving to go back to the lab was out of the question. Furthermore, the only thoughts that occupied his mind whenever he was left to his own devices were ones he would rather not have: wondering if Albert had thought he was going to die, whether he'd been afraid, how much pain he'd been in when he was first shot, what his doctors and nurses might be thinking but not saying to them, how long it would take before something like this happened again. Unpleasant matters. ]


You know that.

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