"Well technically, I wound up doing that in a way." Topher admitted with the tiniest of shrugs. "I was about this close to getting my M.D and practicing when I started out on my rounds. One day in the E.R and I knew there was no way I'd ever do that for a living. Eventually, they got my head out from between my knees and the halls mopped up and I got through it."
He didn't add that lots and lots of medication had actually helped in that little process. Sebastian didn't need to know those details. Actually, they were probably in his file. "But I knew there was no way I'd ever manage specializing there. So it's me and my petri dishes these days. Still, I'm not so sure you'd call it disillusion. Maybe just realizing that I cant do uncontrolled." At work anyway. As his hair suggested, that was about the only place where control reigned at all supreme.
"You do, do you?" he asked, laughing at the look on Sebastian's face. "Maybe it's good I'm finding this out now." he said, and wanted to stick his tongue out though he didn't quite do it now. There were people after all.