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It was half past nine in the morning. As he had promised Moira, Reaper went on his way to his first appointment with her newly appointed medical officer; you. The first thing Reaper thought was that he was going to give you a real hard time, just so Moira would return to be the only one who would do these tedious medical check ups... instead of any one of these substitutes.
"Good morning." you greeted him as soon as he walked through the doors of your office.
Starting with a new face is never easy for him, he just hates to have someone smother him all over again, repeating this whole process of getting to know each other. It was annoying enough having to answer the same damn questions over and over again, to add with the stares he'd get from these newbies when he eventually has to take off his mask was already irritating him just to think about. But with Moira; she already knew him, they're both fucking tired of each other, so Reaper didn't need to say or spend much time in the lab. But with you...
"Would you prefer if I address you as 'Reaper' or your real name?" you asked as he sits down on the chair opposite your desk.
Reaper crosses his arms, and said nothing.
You pursed your lips and twirled your pen around between your fingers as your eyes pans down to your clipboard. "Right. Reaper. Gabriel Reyes. Objectively speaking, you are one of Moira's most valuable subjects, her first and only success in total genetic alteration. By far." you began. "But even so... it appears there is a handful of severe side effects that you have to endure as an exchange for this power, and constantly having to maintain that has been quite difficult for Doctor O'Deorain to carry out alone... that's where I have to come in."
No response.
"If at any point you have anything to say or suggest, even if it's off topic, I will listen." you straightened your back and looked at Reaper's mask. "This is mostly the same as the sessions that you've been through countless times with Doctor O'Deorain. But some changes may apply as my treatment methods differ from those of Moira's." you paused, as if checking for any reaction from him before continuing, "You understand that it is important for you to remain stable for Talon. My goal is only to keep you working as the top killing machine for this organisation. So by being here; starting now and onwards into the future, you consent that I will be the one to carry out all of the proper assessment for your physical and mental conditions - giving Doctor O'Deorain time to... focus on other aspects of her work."
Reaper caught a scoff in his throat and turned his head away. Moira made him into this, and now she's just tossing him away for others to pick up after her broken pieces. So much for taking full accountability for her own work.
"However after looking into your profile, I feel that I am going to dig deeper than Moira ever intended to. Instead of just making sure you're functioning, my priority would be to cater to every aspect of your needs. Even those at a subconscious level."
His mask now staring on to you, you smiled at the small achievement of catching his attention. "Is there even such a thing?" He asked.
He didn't like what he heard. If anything, to him, you sounded like you were going to be even more annoying than Moira ever was.
"You'd be surprised. When the sedatives no longer work and your pain returns stronger than ever, I will try every possible route to help you resolve these problems as best and as fast as I can."
Reaper was quiet again.
"Your silence tells me that you don't believe me." you lean back into your chair's backrest.
As much as your demeanour matched Moira's in certain tiny ways, you however, do not hold any tint of malevolence within your tone or features. In fact, you look and sound mildly amused all the time - your heart shaped face, your hair falling in waves over your shoulders, your gaze felt soft when delivered by those rounded doe eyes, and your voice... your tone made you especially inviting to talk to. Unfortunately, he just wasn't one to ever put an effort in initiating conversation.
Half a minute passed, he realised that he was too transfixed with your face and hadn't replied. You went on, "You don't really have to believe what I say. Just comply with my methods and you will see a difference sooner than you might think."
Well then, here comes the overbearing assertiveness all these doctors seem to share in common. It is exactly why he hates these medical checkups in the first place. Once you think you know him well enough through meagre observations from a few times in a week, you'll start to force your aggressive ideas onto him for the sake of finding a 'cure' for his never ending pain. Fuck it. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you are similar to Moira.
His stare on you became more indignant. And just when Reaper thought that his silence was getting to you, you somehow carried on without even a bit of stammer in your voice.
"Okay, I believe that's enough with the introductions." you said, your eyes scanning through the paragraphs on the paper. "Let's start our first session with something easy. Describe to me how your mind has been sounding lately."
He doesn't answer.
He sees you lean forward on your elbows as you intertwine your fingers together, closing your lips to rest on your knuckles. Your body language seems to say that you were still engaged with him, though looking somewhat tight on the face, your tone hasn't changed. "In one word. A summary to your overall thoughts and feelings lately. Has it been loud? Screeching? Busy? Or calm? Mellow? Or maybe it's been completely dead silent instead?"
Nothing.
"How about your quality of sleep? Are you still going around 2-3 hours per night?"
Silence.
You let out the tiniest of breaths, scanning the papers once again. Has he broken through your patience?
"Why did you come here in the first place, Reaper?" you asked. Your tone now flat.
Behind his mask, his brows slightly lifted as he looked at you.
"Why did you come all the way here; dead set with intentions to just ignore me? I thought you of all people would hate to have your time wasted." when your gaze transitions into the optic holes of his mask, your cold stare hit right on target of where his eyes should be. And instead of looking friendly, you now hold a type of stern expression that had his mood shift. Because even when your statement was directed at him, deep inside he knew that if anyone here didn't like to waste their time, it was actually you.
"Just wanted to see how disappointing things might go." he answers you.
There was a pause in the air right then, but it was soon broken with the sound of your pen swiftly scratching across your paper. "Still exhibiting curiousity. Patience level above average. Clear thought process." you mumbled, "Your mind is sound. And I'll categorise it as feeling 'mellow' for now."
Reaper nearly felt himself let out a chuckle.
"Where the hell did you pull that from?" he leans in his chair. There's plenty of words that he could use to describe his feelings, 'mellow' however had never been one of them.
"If you weren't 'sound of mind' at the moment, you would have never thought of coming here from the get-go." you pointed the ball of your pen to him. "If your condition wasn't well, you wouldn't even wait for me to explain myself. Most probably you would be lashing out, moving frantically, or worse, you'd try to kill me. So, do we agree on the word 'mellow'? Or do you have a better word to summarise your thoughts and feelings lately?"
By that moment, Reaper scoffed. "Mellow is fine. I guess."
And you smiled.
"Sleep?" you tilt your head as you were writing.
"No change."
You nod.
Reaper finds himself tapping his claw on his bicep, tightening the cross of his arms.
"Already irritated? We could move on to physical examination if you wish." you suggested to him quickly after he even showed signs of impatience.
"Just get on with the questions."
"Any disturbing thoughts lately?" you asked next.
"The usual." he shrugs.
"Such as?" you start sketching a line for a new paragraph on your paper.
Reaper's eyes lowered as he thought about his answer. "Just the pain." he says, almost too soft to hear.
"Has it been unbearable?" you lift your head and clasp your hands together. Your face now full of concern which he thought wasn't possible for doctors like you. Empathy isn't a common thing around here.
"Used to." he says.
"Because you're used to it by now?" you tilt your head, but he doesn't answer. "How often do you dream? If you dream at all." you asked.
Reaper's head turned away. Dreams? Noone had asked if he dreamt. "None that I can remember." he said.
"It's not an unusual thing for those who are sleep deprived to experience more intense, vivid dreams." you rest your board on your lap, "An hour or two of sleep can grant you dreams that feels as if it lasts for a lifetime... and statically, it's often nightmares." you emphasised.
You waited for his response but he doesn't seem to be thinking further on any other answers.
"I'd understand if you don't feel comfortable talking about it..." you continued writing on your clipboard. "Can I have you start by writing down-"
"Wait." He snaps suddenly. Emotionally prodding questions, suggestion on journalling... "Are you seriously attempting therapy on me?"
Like a deer caught in headlights, you stared at him. "...It is the first method, yes."
"You've got to be joking."
"Well, we won't know it's effectiveness unless we try. You and I both know that you ostracise yourself from everyone around you - often staying cooped up in your quarters, where you soak up all of that pain and anger alone." you clasps your hands together, "Then within two to three weeks, everything you pent up will take a violent toll and burst - repeating your cycle of rage. Then after that what happens?"
Reaper refused to say anything.
"You break down. Completely." you answered for him. "Aren't you tired, Gabriel?"
Silence.
"I'm just letting you know that I see what you're going through." you soften your tone once again, "In situations where you feel as if you want a way to let something out; try talking it out. Violence isn't always the safest route, in fact it could be more damaging to your condition. Against yourself and others."
Reaper turns his head away, arms continue tightening themselves across his chest as he leans back in his chair like he wants to get away from you as far as possible.
"Please understand that I'm a viable option to channel your inner thoughts with. I will not be judgemental, nor biased towards any ideologies. Think of me as a blank slate, because I am neither your friend nor your foe." you tell him.
Sometimes, somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel as if he isn't listening to anything you're saying. Having him keep his mask on was making your job slightly harder than it needs to be, but it's to be expected since you haven't gained his trust just yet.
"If you hate feeling selfish somehow by only speaking about yourself, you can ask me to tell my own side of the story. Because in order for this to work, we need to be transparent with each other." you give him a smile.
A long drawn out sigh was released from him.
The patience gauge is now full. To avoid overwhelming him, you decide not to drag this on any further and move on to the next stage before he'd explode and disappear. "You can take off your armour now and sit on the exam table in the next room, please." you said as you stood up.
You gave him a moment to undress before coming into the examination room with your tablet in hand and a stethoscope hung around your neck. The anxiety gripping deep inside of you couldn't easily be quelled, as this is your first time seeing him without all of that armour. Though you have seen pictures of him before and after the explosion, nothing compares to seeing him up close in real time.
Tall and largely build, he had very toned muscles despite his age, and every inch of him were marred with scars. Luckily he still feels the need to groom himself since the style of his hair and goatee hadn't changed much from the pictures you had seen of him. Most importantly, for the sake of your fear of his lethal abilities, beneath all the mask and smoke he was still just a man as any other. Well, if you can look past his blackened hollow eyes and torn, unusually colourless grey skin.
Although he looked like a dead man walking, you could definitely see how handsome he still is.
Returning your focus to the task at hand, you observed the black smoke profusely seeping away from the surface of his skin. Wisps of it could be seen floating about in a relaxed manner before dissipating into nothing. Opening up your notes, you quickly typed on your tablet, reminding yourself to make sure you study his smog's characteristics.
Reaper remained there sitting quietly in his boxer briefs. He looked at you being more invested in typing away on your tablet than actually looking at him, which was both insulting and refreshing. All the doctors in the past would often give him awestruck looks instead, some would blush, others would quickly get their hands on him or try to disturb the smoke that hugs his body.
He really couldn't decide if being ignored was worse than being smothered.
"Right, sorry to keep you waiting." you broke your silence as soon as you place your tablet down.
When you walked over to hook on the nodes onto his body, he could smell your perfume waft through the air. The machines beside him came alive and started beeping whilst displaying all of his vital signs. You seem to be satisfied with the reading, as you proceeded to wear your stethoscope and pressed it to his back.
"Take a deep breath." you instructed him, "Release... One more time, please."
Sucking in lungful of air multiple times, he couldn't help but to take notes on the scent you were wearing. You smelt sweet, somewhat citrusy, mixed with something a little personal that reminded him of the scent of petricor. It wasn't overbearing, in fact he wasn't sure if it's even a perfume you were wearing or if it's just your natural scent.
Reaper clenches his fists, unable to make sense of his sudden interest to smell you so intently like that.
He couldn't deny that you were averagely attractive, so perhaps it's just a natural reaction. But he hadn't been interested in anything in a long, long time.
Did he underestimate the situation? Are you the one getting to him instead?
You seem so invested in the examination that you didn't bother talking to him about anything else. Other than a few instructions, you mostly kept yourself as quiet as he was. He didn't exactly mind, but his thoughts wouldn't seize with being curious. Did your friendly doctor facade break? Were you finally showing how upset you are with how he was acting earlier?
His heart nearly stopped when you suddenly eyed him, as if you might've read his mind.
"How is your pain level at the moment?" you asked.
"Five or six." he said. It wasn't an unusual question.
You placed your tablet down and approached him. A quiet apology was muttered under your breath before you rolled up your coat's sleeve. What he saw next was you reaching to wave your hand over the smoke that's drifting off his shoulder.
He allowed it.
"Can you feel my hand?" you tilt your head, watching the smoke interlace your fingers.
The smoke suddenly somewhat tightens around your hand, like sand that feels as light as a feather brushing over the soft skin between each of your fingers.
"I can." he says.
Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you retracted your hand before picking up your tablet again. Traces of the smoke's sensations could still be felt lingering between your fingers. If he could physically feel and control the smoke, what had transpired was like him intertwining his fingers with yours.
You feel embarrassed for some reason.
"That's it?" he asked, breaking the silence between you.
You look up to him, baffled.
"I thought you'd be more curious about what else I can do with it." he said.
Trying your best not to stammer, you cleared your throat first before answering. "I am. But I didn't think you could feel with it physically. I was caught off guard. Sorry."
You had to be truthful; or else your treatment method wouldn't work. But really, it was the softness of the touch that actually got to you.
"Explains the blush on your face." he smirked and your eyes went wide.
"Ehem, it just felt rude to touch it just like that, okay?"
"Sure." his smile dies down a little, but the mood of the room had improved greatly so you decided to just press on.
"Could you take this pen away from me?" you fished out a pen from your coat pocket and held it up.
Without moving a muscle, the smoke traversed up your closed fist and wrapped around the pen you held before lifting it up and taking it to his own hand. He grabs it and twirls it around as if mocking you. Then he holds it up for your taking.
You smiled and took the pen back by stashing it in your coat pocket.
"I can only do it with small items." he starts, "If you ask me to lift something too far or too heavy, it's not possible."
"Understood." you hummed and wrote more on your tablet. "I guess you had tried to?"
"On multiple occasions." he crosses his arms.
You noticed the smoke starts raging higher as the tone of his voice went hard. "It's emotionally influenced as well I see."
He turns his head to look at the smoke over his shoulder. "I guess. I can't exactly tell from my pov."
"Well, from mine I see it very well." you said, typing more. "Your body seems to have a second language."
"Yeah, it probably says 'stay the fuck away from me' most of the time." he rolls one of his shoulder like a shrug.
You smiled, holding your laughter. For a moment you two held some eye contact, then you averted your gaze to continue on with the exam.
The rest of the day was spent with you making him do a series of movements to observe his full range of motion with various weighted bells. As a super soldier, he could lift up to fifty to sixty kilograms with one arm. But whenever his body was deteriorating more so than normal, his bones would break even at the pressure of ten kilos. By the end, even though his performance wasn't optimal, he could carry out the task well enough this time around.
"Very good. I'd hate to witness your bones breaking in front of my eyes, so I'd consider today as my lucky day." you told him.
Reaper opens and clenches his fist multiple times as he returned to sit on the exam table. Whilst watching you type away on your tablet, he released a breath and silently thank whatever force of nature that decided to let his body behave as it should today. Then another thought tickled him, would you have screamed if his arm did break earlier? It'll be worth the pain to actually have an effect on you and see you panic. What a sight that might be.
Watching you tentatively keep your eyes on the tablet screen, he wondered what kind of expression you would have if he told you that he sometime thinks his body has a mind of it's own.
No, you'd probably scoff at him.
Seeing you lift your head, your eyes met again. Though it was a brief contact, you had smiled as a response to his stare this time before turning around to rummage through your cabinets.
Perhaps.. he's thinking of how Moira would react. Not you.
But-
No. Forget it.
After taking some blood, you handed to him a box of medication. "To help you sleep." you said, and after receiving a calculating look from him, you carefully explained further, "It's a pain killer. But it sedates you, so don't use it any time out of bed. When you're ready to unwind, you take it, ensure that there's nothing left to do but sleep."
"Hmph." he scoffs as he took it from you, "You must be a lonely girl, Dr. Y/N."
"How so?" you asked while simultaneously shutting down a few of the machines you used today.
"Because you assume there's nothing else to do in bed other than sleeping."
Just seeing you from your back, you visibly flinched. Then after a moment of silence you hung your head low and hid your face in your hands.
All of the equipments were now shut off, and you had to force yourself to turn around with that beet red blush on your face. You tried to look annoyed by his teasing by hooking your arms to your hips, but your face definitely gave you away. "I assumed you weren't active in that sort of affair." you said.
Gabriel couldn't feel the smirk that had formed across his lips, and seeing him smile like that made your blush persist. You need to get out of this.
"I'll need you to come back around 12pm tomorrow, okay? Thank you for your cooperation." You said and left too quickly.
It was a minute after you left had he realised that he had been smiling all that while. Palming at his mouth, he took a deep breath and carried on to get himself dressed.
Later than night as he was sitting on his bed, he fiddled with your box of sleeping medications. It was unusual for doctors to prescribe him oral tablets, since all this time, especially Moira, had favoured to opt for injections. Taking a glass of water with him to bed, he consumed two tablets as directed before washing it down.
He proceeded to get comfortable by laying his head on his pillow, his thoughts filled with you. He hadn't really thought of what would happen if you actually are suitable doctor for him. It seems like his mind was always focused on the worse side of things. After all, he was wired that way ever since his army days. He had always thought of you getting angry at him and quitting, but never the scenario where he would look forward to visits at your office, imagining you smiling at the mere sight of him.
You had a nice smile. Lips in the shape of a cupid's bow.
...the way your cheeks would round up...
He could still see your rose tinted blush behind his closed eyes.
You were such an open book to read when you were flustered...
...
Before he knew it, he had fallen sound asleep.
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Gabriel woke up feeling unusually refreshed. As he sat up, he held his head and assessed his condition. No pain, no headaches, did he actually sleep well?
He looked at the time to see that it's already half past one.
He slept for thirteen hours?!
"Oh, good afternoon." you greeted him as he entered your office, "I guess the medications worked too well?"
"What did you give me?" he asked straight away. Coming too close into your personal space.
Your heart raced. Fearing death or flustered at the distance, you weren't sure. But you couldn't give off any signs of fear. "A modified phenylpiperazine." you answered calmly. "It's... actually an anti-depressant."
Reaper, for the first time, was actually speechless without intent. Seeing him frozen there, you put some space between you two and sat down in your chair.
"Sit down, tell me more about your sleep." You urged him with a lighter tone in your voice, "Did you dream?"
Reaper remained standing, his stance now slightly relaxed but he still crosses his arms. "I slept for 13 hours. It's horrendous. I can't waste my life sleeping it away."
"You were just severely sleep deprived. Your body knows how much and how little sleep you should get. Once you're well enough to go without the medication, you would have a routine set already." You write in your clipboard, "And oh, only take the pills when you feel like it's necessary, okay? Too much can lead to resistance, as your body is incredibly proficient in adapting to any kind of foreign substance."
"If I refuse to take it at all?"
"Then you'll return into your world full of pain. I don't really care if you refuse, because I'll just start you with a different treatment plan." Your tone really shocked him, due to how he was looking at you right about now. "You always have a choice, Reaper. I'm not here to force you into anything."
You studied his face as he averted his eyes, reverting back to his silent self.
"We'll give the medication a two week trial, okay? Just for starters." you continued, "I'd like to continue a series of questions I never got to ask from yesterday, if you're up for it."
Reaper grumbles and pulled the chair to sit in it rather harshly.
"So, I have all of your medical records here. But there's so much questions I have regarding your physiology that isn't described anywhere in these papers." you began, flipping through more sheets as you went on, "I suspect Doctor O'deorain think of it as mundane topics but I'm a curious person, so I'd like to explore a few things she had never asked you."
Silence.
"I wanted to ask if you ever eat?" you look to him, "If you do, how often?"
Huh. First you ask about his dreams, now if he eats? In the past, these doctors would only focus on experiments almost straight away, wanting to stabilise him, or relieve his pain. They really didn't care what he did in his lonesome, they just wanted results.
"I don't." he said.
"Really? Not at all?" you were understandably surprised.
"If I'm stable enough I would, but I don't find joy in it anymore." he sighs.
"And what would you have when you could eat?"
"Right now, just with those protein bars they put in storage."
Your brows immediately crunches. "The... emergency ration protein bars...?" you were in disbelief, "The ones... that are hard as a rock and tastes like cardboard...?"
"Like I said, I don't particularly enjoy it."
You started writing again, "But that doesn't mean you should torture yourself either."
Reaper didn't feel the need to answer.
"Do you prefer the chocolate ones or the original protein bars?"
"Wh- I don't fucking care."
"Alright, alright. Don't get angry yet."
He pursed his lips downwards as he watches you write more on the board.
"You know, since you came here late," you got up and turned to a cabinet where you fished out a bag. "I was actually about to close up the office for lunch, but I got this extra pack of meals..."
He looks at you.
"...care to join me?"
Reaper didn't know how he eventually ended up sitting across from you, with an open pack of roasted chicken leg and pasta in front of him, and you putting down a cup of freshly brewed coffee for him.
"It's not like I haven't seen your face."
That's what you had told him. Taking a deep breath, he pushes off his hood and lodges off his mask as you took your usual seat. He watches you close your eyes for a brief moment before picking up your utensils and began eating. Reaper on the other hand just wrapped his clawed fingers over the warm mug beside him.
You ate quietly, sometimes typing away on your computer from time to time as if you weren't stuffing your face in front of one the most dangerous assassins known to date.
Was this part of your carefully laid out plan?
"How did you end up here, Y/N?" he started asking.
You almost choked when the silence was broken so suddenly, even more so when he was enquiring for the first time ever. Wiping your lips with a napkin, you sipped on your coffee before answering, "Doctor O'deorain liked my research." you began, "We met on several occasions whenever Maximillien held his annual gala in Monaco, then she started to frequently contact me to discuss on various subjects within our field."
He listened.
"She often talked about you, about your condition, and I could only offer her some insight at the time... well, some would be an understatement. I wrote various papers on optional treatment plans for her to consider. Then suddenly, both Moira and Ogundimu wanted to meet me and here we are."
So you literally signed up to be the stick in his ass.
"Talon's resources are far better, I couldn't really say no. Plus, you intrigue me." You smiled at him. "And I don't mean as a 'subject'. You, Gabriel Reyes, intrigue me."
"I get a lot of that." he says, eyes darting down to his mug.
Your smile was unfading, "Hence why I don't want to... smother you too much. I understand that you have tendencies to..."
"Kill?"
"And leave no trace." you nod your head.
"What's your research that Moira was so interested about?" finally, Gabriel lifted the mug up to his lips and sipped the warm coffee. His body immediately started to lift, and as the heat settles in his stomach, he felt undeniably comfortable. Your pain killer seems to work for a good half of the day, and the food sitting across from him actually looked inviting to him for once.
"Right now... I'm working on a way on how to reprogram brains with the use of a simple nanobot." you said.
"Brainwashing?" Gabriel sits back and crosses his arms. "I thought we've already done that?" The image of Emelie came to his mind.
"Conventional methods for brainwashing takes so long for it to actually gain any effect. I'm thinking about installing a bug straight into the nervous system and re-wire a person almost immediately."
"You're... scarier than I thought." he takes another sip of his coffee.
That earned him a chuckle from you, "What? Am I not working for the evil terrorist organisation that is Talon?"
"Fair." he puts his mug down, "I probably shouldn't have judged a book by it's cover."
You lean forward, your smile had tilted into a smirk, "What are you getting at, Mister? Hm?" you hummed melodically, "And I also didn't think you would be capable of teasing, being as grumpy as you are."
"Guess we're both not what we seemed."
"I can agree on that." you leaned back again and clawed a forkful of pasta to feed yourself.
Inside you were feeling ecstatic of this development between you. You were sure this was more than any other doctors had reached into a level of comfort with Reaper, well... other than his own creator, Moira herself. This 180° change between the environment you vs Moira provided was of course all part of your treatment plan. You needed him to feel okay to be more curious of you, you wanted him to engage, to ask more. And in return, you were going to give everything he wants without much resistance.
Just... step by step.
"What do you usually do when there's no missions to fly to, Reyes? I mean within your personal time." you asked with a mouthful, eyes on your computer screen.
Gabriel leans forward and rested his elbows on the edge of the desk, eyeing the pack meal. "What would anyone do when they're off duty?"
"Hmm... Sleep? Clean up? Read? You do all that?"
"I don't read." he says. "Not casually."
"Maybe you should." you tell him. "I want you to try a new hobby." When you hear Gabriel groan, you quickly intercepted, "Just hear me out, okay? I want you to try doing something you've never thought of doing before."
"I won't read books if that's what you're asking me."
"Okay... how about writing?"
"Not interested."
"Music?"
No reaction.
"Puzzles? Crosswords? Knitting?"
"What do you take me for?" He raised his voice a little, feeling ridiculous at hearing your frivolous ideas.
"A man that needs something in his life other than hate and revenge." you said, shrugging even.
Gabriel huffs.
"I'll figure it out for you. But you must promise me that you'll do it, okay?"
"Whatever."
You in turn only gave him a smile. Your lunch is now finished, yet Gabriel hadn't touched his at all, but you didn't mind. You got up and collected all of the packets and mugs before putting them in a nearby sink. Thankfully he managed to finish his coffee, you thought to have him eat some real food another time; when you both are more comfortable with each other and Gabriel more stable than he is currently.
"Alright! So... I have an appointment with Dr. De Kuiper in half an hour. You can go back to your quarters if you wish."
Gabriel gives you an eyebrow lift.
"Okay, I have a confession to make." you sighed, "You're not my only patient. But you are on the top of my priority list, don't get it wrong."
"Gee, thanks. That makes me feel extra special." Gabriel goes to stand and placed his mask back on.
"I'll see you in two weeks okay?" you pouted. But Reaper didn't give you an answer before turning into smoke and drifted out of your office.