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—- NANCY THOMPSON did not even flinch as the stranger addressed her as he did. she was about the last person who would judge him for his reaction— given that she was a licensed and practicing clinical psychologist back in woodshore. it was in her nature to be empathetic, and to extend offers of help, to those who were in distress, but she would never judge them. and not only because she was sworn by ETHICS not to, but because she believed quite strongly that everyone had their reasons for experiencing all of the emotions that they did— even if these reasons were not readily apparent to them. “i apologize for STARING,” nancy began, her eyes gentle, as she maintained a respectful distance from the man. “it was not my intention to do so— i just saw that you are under stress, and i wanted to see if there was anything that i could do to HELP YOU.” if he needed answers, then she would tell him what she knew. if he needed help locating a hotel, restaurant, or hell, even a bar, then she would direct him. “did you just arrive here?” she asked him, her tone sensitive. the answer might have been obvious to some, but nancy did not want to make any assumptions about the other’s situation. after all, for some, panic was normative— and she did not want to assume that this was more or less grand than something that was an everyday occurrence for him, if that was true. and if it was not? well, she would treat him with the same kindness.
eddie could f e e l himself shaking where he was sitting --- fingers t r e m b l i n g where they were clutched around his arms. he felt helpless. "no, it's okay. I was probably just overreacting. that's basically.. what I do. my apologies." his voice cut deep in his throat, aching with every word that left him. "oh, uh.. yes, I guess? I actually don't know anymore. my memory's pretty fucked up." there was the softest smile on his face somewhat as a way to excuse himself from the uncomfortable situation. which was probably fucking STUPID seeing that he always felt like a burden. "but have you s e e n how some people wash their hands? though you can barely call it that. they probably spread a shit ton of germs around this damn place. like.. I'm actually going to throw up." with that he took a deep huff of his inhaler, which he gladly still kept with him.








