Work had been undramatic, which had been its own kind of irritating, as there'd been a part of her that was
itching for some kind of confrontation with Rolf. she wasn't sure what. Her imagination gave her plenty of scenarios, ranging from simply yelling at him to full on attacking him and causing him to attack back, made her see worse things than he'd made her see already, and then turn on the rest of the hospital, torturing everyone in it and ultimately leaving them exposed to the Templar, and Lyon, and letting Amaris out, and -
Stephie made herself stop thinking about it, before she imagined herself into a panic attack. She knew she should have stopped earlier but the lack of sleep weakened her defences against masochistic thinking. So she stomped into Peter's office after fiddling with the engine of her teal helicopter for a couple of hours (or rather, after sitting surrounded in engine parts imagining they were the bodies of dead friends) and
sulked at him. And the thing that made the whole work day worthwhile was that Peter sulked back at her, just as hard.
Because they would leave the hospital vulnerable if they lost Rolf, it was just, he was
such a dick.
Stephie felt kinda bad leaving work early because she was leaving Peter to deal with that on his own. Not bad enough to stay, because she loved Peter, but she wasn't going to give up an afternoon with Thomas and the kids for him, therapeutic as talking to him had been.
No time for naps she texted Thomas as she made her way back down to her car.
I had an extended bitch session with Peter. Pick you up on the way to school?