James hadn't intended on sleeping with Autumn. He'd intended to talk to her, to discuss his problems for once, to actually start to deal with everything, to make life bearable again-
But it was a defense mechanism. It was easier to sleep with her, it was easier than talking and it numbed out the pain for a short while. He was sure that there was meant to be some sort of rule about sleeping with your patients, but- well, Autumn was young, and apparently a little lacking in professionalism. It hadn't been difficult to get her into bed, and- although she was nice enough, he couldn't help but regret it.
Since Q had disappeared, he'd instantly gone back to his promiscuous ways. Don't get close, they'll only leave you anyway. Trust no one. Fuck them and leave. He wanted to stop thinking like that.
Marta seemed more mature, more professional- maybe she'd been in the medical field for longer. Not that she wasn't stunning, but James at least felt that she would firmly turn down any attempts at sexual advances. And in his vulnerable state, that was definitely a good thing.
He felt strangely ashamed as he walked into the hospital, feeling naked without his weapon, and still aware of the looks he was getting from people, not sure if they should trust him or not.
He tried to look calm, in control, as he headed to Marta's office and chapped lightly on the door.
"Dr Shearing?" he asked of her, giving her the best smile he could muster up.