(Originally posted by Phaize)
Though he'd never expected it, Proust was beginning to grow on Jason Caine. For starters, he was perhaps the one man (or woman) he could trust to use a coaster on his table even when Jason was out of the room. But Proust... he seemed to treat people the same even behind their backs. It was admirable.
He watched the big man as he stood nearby, examining the bulletin board. After a short while, Proust noticed Phaize watching him. As he was greeted, Jason caught a subtle shift in his colleague's expression.
"Thinking deep thoughts, fella?" Phaize asked in a tone he hoped sounded nonchalant.
Proust paused, and Jason could only assume that he was thinking the question over, truly weighing his answer. "Yes."
"Want to talk about it? Sometimes our demons don't seem so bad when we cast some light on 'em."
Another pause, "No."
"Alright, guy. I didn't mean to pry... but hey, no harm, no foul, right?" He shifted a bit as Proust continued to stare at him. "Umm... well... if you change your mind, you know where to find me. And if you need a hand with... whatever... just call. Later, Proust."
With the, Jason turned and walked down the Sanctuary hall, perplexed. Something was clearly bothering Proust, but how could a man so straightforward and honest have have such troubling demons?
Though he'd never expected it, Proust was beginning to grow on Jason Caine. For starters, he was perhaps the one man (or woman) he could trust to use a coaster on his table even when Jason was out of the room. But Proust... he seemed to treat people the same even behind their backs. It was admirable.
He watched the big man as he stood nearby, examining the bulletin board. After a short while, Proust noticed Phaize watching him. As he was greeted, Jason caught a subtle shift in his colleague's expression.
"Thinking deep thoughts, fella?" Phaize asked in a tone he hoped sounded nonchalant.
Proust paused, and Jason could only assume that he was thinking the question over, truly weighing his answer. "Yes."
"Want to talk about it? Sometimes our demons don't seem so bad when we cast some light on 'em."
Another pause, "No."
"Alright, guy. I didn't mean to pry... but hey, no harm, no foul, right?" He shifted a bit as Proust continued to stare at him. "Umm... well... if you change your mind, you know where to find me. And if you need a hand with... whatever... just call. Later, Proust."
With the, Jason turned and walked down the Sanctuary hall, perplexed. Something was clearly bothering Proust, but how could a man so straightforward and honest have have such troubling demons?
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