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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

Michael looked at his hand, glad to see that the colour seemed to be turning back to normal finally. Maybe he'd actually be able to flex it here in a bit.

How had he got into this situation of having to talk about Lavender again? It was Anthony, sure, but that didn't change the fact that he hated the situation to begin with, much less talking about it. "Alright, I would like to see the brilliant Anthony Goldstein try to talk sense into someone over and over again who cannot - no, will not - listen to you. I'm sorry mate, but it's enough to drive anyone to hitting walls."

Michael sighed. There was something that needed to be said. Well maybe not said, but thought, that he had been avoiding, and who better to think about it with than Anthony? Sure he would have to say it, but truly Anthony could be considered an extension of himself in many ways - a part of his own brain extended in another body. Two halves of the same person, separated at birth, two sides of the same coin - all that nonsense he'd heard over the years from different people that described the reason that two people so strangely different seemed to work together so well. He scrubbed his face with his left hand and said, more quietly, "I dunno, mate. I think - I think she might honestly need to see someone. I think she may be beyond anything I can do to help." Which was hard for him to say and also made him feel like an arse for saying so, but it was the truth and he had to admit defeat when he saw it. Michael may try as he might to help people but if he was in over his head, he was going to have to deal with it and let the experts take over when he must.