War Is Coming Communications.

I was told you're a counelor of some variety. I'd like to know which variety and I think we should talk.

[Claire C.]

I think I need help.


]Texts to Anatoly]
>>Are you in the medbay?
>>I messed up my shoulder more.

I think I just had the relationship talk with Tony.

I think we've just established we're actually in one.

I have basically been a serial womanizer since women noticed me. I flirt and I don't ever see a woman more than once. And right now? I'm breaking my own rules. I just need to figure some things out. Can we talk? I trust your opinions.

I shouldn't be
I can't help but worry about

Are you okay?

Any chance I can vent and you'd listen?

Too gorram many people not enough booze

I can't even remember the last time I turned on my ps3. That's kind of depressing. It's all sad and lonely. I think I need to fix this.

[Connor T.]
COME PLAY ALL THE THINGS WITH ME.

[Tim]
Remember the thing we were talking about with the solar panels before? Think we can do that?

Hey. Want to come over tomorrow? Poker is optional.

>>I'm sorry I've been such an arse.

[Backdated texts to Lois from Wednesday night]
>>In case I have not mentioned it recently
>>Percy is insane.

May I speak with you about a patient? I believe she is in need of surgery.


[OOC: Pretend this was not long after he finished examining Elena, k? K.]

Why are you limping?

I'd like to talk to you.

Texts to Katherine
»First, how's your ankle?
»Second, I have to tell you something.
»But you can't be smug, dear.