[This all feels very familiar, going to one of the houses in the spire to mend the injured leg of a man who has to take his time to reach the door, lest he exacerbate his wound. The fellow who answers the door is quite a bit older than Chris, though Carlisle had expected as much, what with the way he spoke and the fact he has a son.]
Just Carlisle, please. [He returns Regis' smile with a nervous one of his own. 'Sir' makes him feel old, and he already feels beyond his years these days; despite the bags under his eyes and his position as clergy, he's not much older than Regis' son.] As it is, I do not work for the clinic, so it's best I came to you.
[He can only take the people there, much like modern medicine, in small doses.]
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Date: 2017-02-20 12:16 am (UTC)Just Carlisle, please. [He returns Regis' smile with a nervous one of his own. 'Sir' makes him feel old, and he already feels beyond his years these days; despite the bags under his eyes and his position as clergy, he's not much older than Regis' son.] As it is, I do not work for the clinic, so it's best I came to you.
[He can only take the people there, much like modern medicine, in small doses.]