More than Just the Gloomies

Ollie smirked and shook his head at whether Seneca was someone he fancied. The guy was cute and all, but they just met. He tossed the idea of Sen into the pile of Wylan's stuff. He'll be a good flatmate though.

Ollie glanced at the hearth incredulous. His father was the king of avoiding the question, maybe that was where he got his stoic can't show his pain from.

"Dad... Yes, Bas has taken notice of me. He's suggesting I try for... Mom's old rank. So if I'm going to be a good Trauma Specialist... It'll be my job to worry about you. So, please... Humor me? I have some questions for you." He said and before Mortis could argue Ollie barreled on with his questions.

"When was the last time you did something you enjoyed?
Have you had trouble going to sleep, or feel like you're sleeping too much?
How has your appetite been in the last few weeks?
Have you thought about hurting yourself in some way?" He asked his father seriously, crossing his long lanky forelegs over and looking over his nose as if he had a pair of glasses he was avoiding.


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