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I suppose it's at least never boring.

That's very true. I lived with real crazy for a long time, so.

[ He leans forward a little with a smile. ] If I tell you a secret, you'll have to tell me one. Deal?

Deal. [She's already trying to think of the most innocuous secret she could possibly get away with.]

[ He could do the same. There was quite a number of things that he musn't share but one particular thing rings into his mind as something more... acceptable. ]

I never did finish surgeon school. [ He pauses ] I had finished my first year and, well -- life decided to blow up a little bit on me. I just never went back after that.

[She looks at him with a deadpan expression for a moment, then bursts into laughter.] Did you really? How do you practice if you never finished your degree? [It's funnier than it probably should be, but she's not really in any place to judge.] I dropped out of college for two years. I only went back a couple months ago. I'm still a sophomore.

Well that's why I'm not a surgeon, dear Jac. I'm a paramedic. [ He leans back with a calm smile. ] I went back to get my certificate and continued on as I worked. It's becoming a more important practice as the years progress and people realize just how demanding it is but once ago paramedics were almost regarded the same as bedside nurses. Not nearly as well looked up, well paid, or well respected as a real doctor.

Oh. Right. [She chuckles sheepishly.] It's ridiculous that people would look down on paramedics and nurses just because they're not... doctors. Doctors are meant to help people get well, so they're doctors to me. Unfortunately my parents are exactly the type to turn their nose up at you.

Aye [ He joins her in a short laugh ] Mine would as well.

Good thing we're not our parents. [She tips her coffee back with a smile.] Interesting secret. It seems we both have shoddy luck with school.

Indeed. Here's to having original train of thoughts.

[ A moment ] And you? You're not counting being a sophomore as a secret, are you?

I was, but it seems you're not going to let that fly. [She considers what to say, drumming her fingers against her cup. After a moment she decides on something a little more personal than she'd initially planned.] The reason I dropped out for two years was because I was depressed and I refused to get treated for it. Not one of my wiser decisions.

[ He listens; considers for a moment how to react. It's been awhile since he's played this sort of role. Most of those he runs around with are vividly aware of what sort of person he can be and they're in the same sort of business -- whether they're the same person or not, there's little judgement placed. Not that he cares of judgement, but secrets. ]

Nothing to be ashamed of, though. I'd say.

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I can be very stubborn. And once it really sinks in - depression, I mean - it's just terribly difficult to find your way out of it. [She glances at him with a small smile.] I'm doing much better now, though. I don't want to scare you off, though I do get the impression you don't scare easily.

Not so much, no. Everyone has 'a problem' some go through cycles, some not. A foolish person is someone who seeks friendships with perfection. Who would want that anyways?

[ He stretches his back a little against the seat ] If I made friends with perfect people, I'd hate them all. I rather like knowing I'm not the only one out there with this problem or that.