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[enarms]

un: j. watson.

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[enarms]

Come again?

[priorly]

If I could it might resolve the issue.

[enarms]

[ how does one... respond... to this

uhm ]

This is a career first for unusual out of hours contact, I'll give you that.

[priorly]

I'm sorry, I know it's crazy I'm just - I -

Needed to not be alone? If I'm not alone, even just talking to someone it might not come.

[enarms]

[ oh.

he knows that feeling. and he's never been the person brave enough to reach a few words out into the dark, so there's a swell of respect there. ]

It's fine. The current state of your cock was an interesting ice breaker.

You could be better, then?

[priorly]

I mean, that's one way to put it? I'm scared I. I don't know what to do if it comes.

[enarms]

I can talk you through a few techniques for working through it if you need them.

[priorly]

[Audio to text translation picks up his speech exactly as it is, just without the terror.]

Oh I'm not sure that you can. Oh. Oh god.

[enarms]

Do you want me to give you a call?

[priorly]

P please? It would be kind of you.

audio,

[enarms]

[ alright, he's doing just that. and when the feed is picked up, it's to just - ]

Prior.

[ greeting and question in one, concern curling at the corners. not alright, he knows, but to what extent. what's going on? ]

[priorly]

[Quick breathing, and the sound of rain hammering against glass. Probably the same sound John can hear in his own room: there's a storm tonight.]

Oh, god. Oh good. Keep talking. Keep talking to me, it might not come if you can hear.

[enarms]

[ that's — worrying. it is changing its form in the way Prior speaks - like it's something coming, not just something coming. distracted, John tries his best to comply, voice softened by thinking through his options, next steps; if there are any and if there need to be. ]

—Alright. Okay. I'm here, I'm talking. Nice weather we're having.

[priorly]

Storms on earth, storms above - or, or something. I didn't think she'd follow me here.

[enarms]

She? Who are we talking about, here, Prior.

[priorly]

Um, the angel? We're talking about an angel. Please tell me you know what that is, I don't know if I have time to explain.

[enarms]

I know what an angel is, yeah.

[ there's a shift of tone that implies the doctor in him is moving to the fore - a certain careful calm that sits strangely aside the attempt to keep it informal. ]

I'm sure you know how this sounds. An angel. Do I need to come over there?

[priorly]

No, no I know how it sounds but there is an angel. There really-

She visited me, before all this. She... speaks to me? Inside my head... I thought - I thought I was imagining it starting again. I thought I was paranoid but she's here.

[enarms]

Prior. Honestly, I've lived through weirder shit in the last three days than the possibility that angels are real. Let alone the last three months. So I can give you the benefit of the doubt there. But hearing voices in your head is going to put any doctor on edge, and I'm not any different.

[ so... we're at an impasse. John isn't even sure what he's asking for here, just - putting it out there that he's on the cusp of something and not quite sure which way he's going to go. ]

[priorly]

[Nothing for a minute except the rain getting louder, and then a shriek]

No, No! For gods fucking sake will you leave me the fuck alone. Don't come in I don't want you in here.

[And into the phone]

Just keep talking to me, please keep talking. Think I'm crazy if you want, that's fine, but don't leave me alone now.

[enarms]

[ jesus fuck. okay. okay, John. whatever it is, something is happening over there. ]

I'm not going anywhere. [ except maybe to find something to stop him from drowning on his way over there. ] I'm going to come to you, okay? I'm going to stay on the phone, I'm not going anywhere, but whatever's going on, I'd rather you weren't on your own.

[priorly]

I don't know if you can reach me. I don't know what she'll do if she gets here first. I'm scared, John, I think she's angry.

[enarms]

[ and then there's the dilemma of going outside - will it make it impossible to talk him through it over the phone? John sinks down to perch on the edge of a table near the door, undecided. shit. ]

— Okay. Alright, Prior. Prior? You're alright.

[priorly]

[Even crazy, he recognises bullshit.]

I am not alright I'm being stalked by a heavenly body and any minute now she's going to come through the roof.

[enarms]

[ and he’s entirely too far away to even bother to protest that ]

Listen. Listen to me. There’s fuck all I can do about that, yeah? But you asked me to talk. I’m talking. Fuck your angel for a second and listen. How’s the hard on?