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[black_harry]

Harry was unhappy. He came out to work, didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t drink anything and went back to his hut again. That was all he did. That was all he wanted to do. Harry was in, what some would call, one of his moods

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[grandpursuit]

Chase still did not have much by the way of patients here on the island, and so she tended to dress for the job when she did - much like she did back home, professional bordering on inappropriately provocative. Heels a bit high, skirt a bit short, shirt a bit low. But still, it wasn't as if you saw many women in suits here. Or men, for that matter.

She rose when he entered, and smiled at him. "Harry, I assume?" She offered him her hand. "I'm Dr. Meridian. It's nice to meet you."

[black_harry]

Harry always wore a suit, though he left the jacket for nights. "I thought I was here to see a bloke," Harry remarked dryly. He looked at the hand, pondering what to do with it, but accepted it in the end.

He sat down in the chair, lifting the trousers a bit to make sure he didn't crease them as he sat.

[grandpursuit]

"You are here to see a psychologist," Chase corrected, and sat down in the other chair, crossing her legs. "I hope I'm not a disappointment."

[black_harry]

Harry didn't answer that. He wasn't going to answer anything until one thing was very clear. "Nothing said here leaves the room. Got it? You ain't gonna turn me into some curiosity case, yeah? No sharing it with collegues just in case you dissapear from here. This is between you and me."