On Freud's Footprints [Manoneno1 x LynxAmelia] [Inactive]

Clair nodded a little, her hair twisted around a finger on her left hand. This did help her a lot, his tips that is. "Thank you, professor," she said before jotting down the points in the margin of the paper before continuing her notes.
 
"Oh, no problem! I'm glad to help you any time", he answered with a bright smile."You remember them well, really good."
 
Clair giggled. "Let's call it a perk of being half a kitty, shall we?" she asked with a wink before continuing to write. It was, of course, quite a perk for her. Feline memory is not to be messed with. And so she kept writing, her handwriting small, neat and legible, almost like print.
 
Logan grinned. "Well what cons does half elf are? Looking fabulous at the age of 79?", he asked and laughed a bit and looked her handwriting. "they say people with small handwriting are not so confidence about themselfs...", he said and glanced her. "I wonder what they would say about my raven sticks", he said with a pout. "I should go and see a medio. And play bingo with other old men and giggle about rumours of neighbour Hilda? Or arrange a tea party with real people?", he said with a laughter but smiling then faintly. "Man, it's going to be boring", he pouted and shrugged faintly. "Sometimes it feel that it is boring to live really long."
 
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Clair looked up at the man incredulously. Clair? Not confident? Those were two words that are not meant to be used in the same sentence. At his successive statements, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. "Why don't you ask your daughter to visit you sometime?" she asked curiously, "And if you ever want to talk to me, I'm just a call away," she added with a sympathetic smile.
 
"She does, oh how easy child she is. But she has his own life", he answered with a small smile to her. "I'm not a person who likes to be alone. Pretty distressing for me. I have few positive memories about being alone", he confessed and looked her with a bit more puzzling smile. "Yes, thank you. I might ring you some day", he aaid a bit flattered.


"I just wonder.. Why? We just met a few days ago and I'm but a weird old professor", he said with a small raise of the brow.
 
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Clair lifted her eyes from the rapid writing she was doing and blinked a couple of times rather dumbly. "Because you are now my teacher?" she asked, turning her head to one side, "And I am strangely being nice for once." Then she shrugged and shook her head at her own behavior before resuming the writing in silence.
 
Logan looked him a while, making a small 'hmph' in a good way. It was an okay reason, he thought. Quietly leaning his arms on table, he didn't want to break the comfortable silence.


(( I've been wondering that when Logan has retriement party at some restaurant/bar/whatsoever there could leak an embarassing video of him drunk on piano meanwhile a German man is souting at him.. So painful but hilarious to watch oh gosh https://myspace.com/filmstreich/video/ben-becker-blixa-bargeldt/103680676
 
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Suddenly, Clair lifted her head and looked around. Her mouth was open very slightly and her tongue protruded through the small opening. "Can I have some water please?" she asked softly, quickly retracting her tongue out of embarrassment
 
"Oh, sure", he said as he got up, walking to a faucet and taking a glass, pouring water on it. Then he laid the glass next to Clair and sat back next to her. "You understand this book better than I thought, by the way", he said with a small smile. "I don't have big expections unless they have an academic background in psychology. I have never been dissapointed", he mentioned with a smile.


Soon he had an alarm in his phone amd he muted it. "Pardon me. Do you mind if I eat? You can have too if you want."
 
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Clair's hand shook as she reached for the glass. Sweat began beading on her forehead and she lifted a hand to hold her head as she grew dizzy. "Would you happen to have glucose or sugar, professor?" she asked feebly, leaning onto the table. She hoped Logan recognized her symptoms and understood the urgency, "Please?"
 
Logan turned a bit toward him, drowning slightly and understanding the urgency. "Of course, yes..", he said hastily, reaching for a cabinet and pulling out some cookies and a juice concentration. He placed the box next to her on table and poured a bit concentration to the bottom of the glass, adding a bit water in it and giving it too to her. "Do you manage with these?", he asked with a bit worrying voice.
 
The juice did help, but to a lesser extent. She had quickly downed it with a shaky hand, spilling some down the front of her suit. Then she nearly dropped the glass onto the table, her hands still shaking. Soon, her hand shaking lessened to a certain extent and she gulped down the cookies at lightning speed. "T-Thank you.." she stuttered out, her hands covering her eyes out of embarrassment.
 
Logan placed his hand on her shoulder, squatting a bit to her level. "Hey, it's alright. Seriously, good thing you were with me. I think it's better you to eat also, no?", he asked with a small encouraging smile.
 
Clair sighed, "Sometimes I get too caught up in what I'm doing and don't remember to eat," she said shaking her head at her own behavior, "Doesn't help that I don't get reminded of it. Anyway, one sec." She began rolling up the right leg of her pant before pulling out a small pen like instrument. After adjusting the gauge on it and the dose, she proceed to prick herself in the thigh deeply, "Yeah, you guessed it," she said with a nervous chuckle, "Type - 1 diabetes can be a pain in the butt. Or in this case, my thigh."
 
"I'm sure", he commented and went to the freezer. "I hope you don't mind about my alarms, I promised my wife to have them for end of my life", he explained as he opened the freezer and took yesterdays leftovers, heading towards the micro. "I had an anorexia, you see. I hope you don't have anything against chickenbreasts and rice."
 
Clair squirmed in her seat. "Actually, I do," she said, packing her bag again, "I am a vegetarian." Getting to her feet, she said, "I think I better go get myself something to eat before I have another episode though. Thank you for your time and help, professor."
 
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"Oh, what a shame", he said with a small smile and a small rise of brows and a slow blink. "Let me give you a bit my tea", he reminded as he hurried to put a bit his dry tea to the bag. "Also, can i have your phonenumber? You can call me and come to me everytime", he said humbly.
 
Clair blinked a couple of times before hurriedly digging out a notepad and writing her number on it. Then she dropped it onto the table and hurried off, "Sorry," she called out, "I really need to eat."
 
Logan went back to her. "I can't let you drive in that condition", he said. "I have some bread you can eat, then you can go if you want."
 
Clair nodded, his statement brought back a childhood nightmare of hers. Each time she had a hypoglycaemic attack, the image of her collapsing in the middle of a road only to have a truck run over her flashed behind her eyes. She shuddered a little as she closed the door behind her. "Would you happen to have cheese as well?" she asked sheepishly.
 
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Logan nodded a bit. He was glad she turned back as she might be a danger for herself and others. "I hope you accept rye and crisp bread, I only eat them", he said as he pulled out butter and cheese.
 
Clair sat down at the table once more. Strangely, she was happy to have someone worry about her. So much that it almost brought tears to her bright blue eyes. Hurriedly blinking it away, she stuttered, "T-That would be fine.."
 
Logan buttered and added cheese to a few pieces of bread and gave it to her, looking her in the eyes a while, end of the mouth curved into small faint smile as he sat slightly toward her and leaning his elbow to his long thighs, palms leaning against each other. "You know, maybe retriement isn't going to be that boring, as I am pretty good at making friendships", he said, spreading his hands a bit. "As you see", he said, raising his look to her again. "We can call us friends, no?", he suggested with a smile.
 
Clair nodded, though the term was rather foreign to her. For, you see, she had never exactly had friends. Just people who clung to her for a while before moving away for reasons unknown to her. She took a piece and began chewing on it, contemplating this. Is this what friends do? Feed the other and help each other out?
 
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