ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arcane) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
For fuck's sake. He'd had this job for not even a month and already Nishka was going to stir the pot of drama and angst - at a chintzy Halloween party in their building. Great. "You've really no idea how important it is to me to actually be working as a psychiatrist again, do you?" he asked, but it was a rhetorical question - he wasn't interested in the response.
She also had no idea what sort of life James had lived when he was in Witness Protection, because she'd never asked. He tried not to assume the worst, that it wasn't important to her, but right now that was how he felt.
"Yes, I've got to work so goddamn much. Now if you'll excuse me, I need some air." He tossed the empty punch cup into the rubbish bin, and left - Nishka was drunk but he was her boyfriend, not her keeper, and he wasn't here to watch her constantly. Or actually, he wasn't even certain of anything anymore but perhaps some fresh air would help him clear his head.