09 ⚜ accidental video;
[ The feed turns on abruptly, as the device hits the carpeted floor with a deft hit, to pan at a slightly awkward angle to show Will standing in Helen’s office, hovering over her desk. He doesn’t look too happy.
The feed quickly catches on to their conversation. ] -- need to rest, Magnus.
[ Helen rolls her eyes at Will and shakes her head. She has something in front of her, presumably a folder with handwritten information in it. ] Honestly, Will. I’m fine. You don’t need to hover over me like I am some chick and you’re the mother hen.
[ There’s an audible huff as an initial reply; loud enough for the device lying on the floor to catch it. ] Look, you haven’t slept for-- how long?
[ He doesn’t stop to wait for a reply. ] I realize that Head Doc hit some sore points for you, but seriously. Burying yourself in your work isn’t going to help. Walling yourself in from everyone sure as hell isn’t gonna do the trick either. [ A beat. ] I mean it. Go rest.
[ Helen slams her hands on the desk and stands, her eyes closed as she’s trying to control her own emotions. ] I said that I’m fine! Stop pestering me! As I recall, you do have actual work to get done. I can handle this on my own, thank you very much!
[ Will’s jaw tenses, as his hands, resting on the edge of her table, seem to want to clench at the solid wood. ] And I’ll get my work done-- And see? See, that’s the problem! You want to take all this on on your own. [ He drops his head, taking in a long inhale. ] And that won’t do anyone any good. Most of all you, Magnus. I don’t think I need to remind you how you were last time something like this happened. [ Most. Pointed. Look. Ever. ]
[ Helen’s eyes narrow as her straightens, hands curling on the desk ever so slightly. She tries to keep the emotion out of her voice, but it comes through. She is hurting and wants to lash out. Except she knows better. ] This has nothing to do with that. That was a bloody funeral for--[ she takes in a painful breath and closes her eyes. ] You have absolutely no idea what it is like to lose a child. Your only--[ Helen stops herself and bites her lip before lowering her head. ] Get out.
[ Will pauses, his own spine straightening up, shoulders squaring as he gives her a half-hearted glare. Maybe there’s a flash of another emotion there other than frustration; something akin to hurt? When he speaks, his voice is steady and sharp as he retorts.] You-- you know what. Fine. If you collapse, I won’t be telling you I told you so..
[ And he’s already storming out. And just as suddenly as the feed started, it ends. ]
(( ooc: joint post! expect tags from both notanemptymotto and herprotege! ))
The feed quickly catches on to their conversation. ] -- need to rest, Magnus.
[ Helen rolls her eyes at Will and shakes her head. She has something in front of her, presumably a folder with handwritten information in it. ] Honestly, Will. I’m fine. You don’t need to hover over me like I am some chick and you’re the mother hen.
[ There’s an audible huff as an initial reply; loud enough for the device lying on the floor to catch it. ] Look, you haven’t slept for-- how long?
[ He doesn’t stop to wait for a reply. ] I realize that Head Doc hit some sore points for you, but seriously. Burying yourself in your work isn’t going to help. Walling yourself in from everyone sure as hell isn’t gonna do the trick either. [ A beat. ] I mean it. Go rest.
[ Helen slams her hands on the desk and stands, her eyes closed as she’s trying to control her own emotions. ] I said that I’m fine! Stop pestering me! As I recall, you do have actual work to get done. I can handle this on my own, thank you very much!
[ Will’s jaw tenses, as his hands, resting on the edge of her table, seem to want to clench at the solid wood. ] And I’ll get my work done-- And see? See, that’s the problem! You want to take all this on on your own. [ He drops his head, taking in a long inhale. ] And that won’t do anyone any good. Most of all you, Magnus. I don’t think I need to remind you how you were last time something like this happened. [ Most. Pointed. Look. Ever. ]
[ Helen’s eyes narrow as her straightens, hands curling on the desk ever so slightly. She tries to keep the emotion out of her voice, but it comes through. She is hurting and wants to lash out. Except she knows better. ] This has nothing to do with that. That was a bloody funeral for--[ she takes in a painful breath and closes her eyes. ] You have absolutely no idea what it is like to lose a child. Your only--[ Helen stops herself and bites her lip before lowering her head. ] Get out.
[ Will pauses, his own spine straightening up, shoulders squaring as he gives her a half-hearted glare. Maybe there’s a flash of another emotion there other than frustration; something akin to hurt? When he speaks, his voice is steady and sharp as he retorts.] You-- you know what. Fine. If you collapse, I won’t be telling you I told you so..
[ And he’s already storming out. And just as suddenly as the feed started, it ends. ]
(( ooc: joint post! expect tags from both notanemptymotto and herprotege! ))