Dr. Benjamin Adams (drbenjaminadams) wrote in oregonal_sin, @ 2012-01-06 19:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | benjamin adams, john barrowman |
Backdated to January 4
Benjamin did not remember the last time a day had seemed to drag quite so much. There was nothing particularly odd about it. In fact, it was routine. But he had barely slept half an hour and had had his evening - their evening - in mind all day long, so that each patient seemed to drag by slowly.
By the time he was done for the day, night had fallen, and he was on edge in a way he very rarely was. He knocked before walking into John's home, put his bag down, walked over to him, and kissed him, thankful that they were in a spot that could not easily be seen through the windows.