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Doc just listened. He sat still with his right leg folded slightly under his left which went to the floor. His cup of coffee was clutched in his hands. As he waited for her to open up, even just a little, he focused on the fire. Through the window, he could see the snow coming down. For Doc, it was a reminder of a time past when he would take such an atmosphere and curl up with Midori to just watch while they kept each other warm. Watching Elena however, he could see some disturbance buried deep within her. He let her speak, letting her take her time to do so. His cue was her admitting that she needed serious help.
"Yes," he said kindly, "Stuttgart is a beautiful place. I've been there many times myself and it continues to be a favorite stop of mine." He then thought a moment, zeroing in on his statement about "You could say I’m taking care of people for a living, people who are outlaws and oppose local laws. I’m a mercenary, sort of.”
"We have something in common," he explained, "we take care of people for a living. Yes, some are outlaws. In my case, I don't care who someone is. Everyone needs help from time to time, even me. There is no shame in it."
He sipped his coffee and returned to sitting still. "I've walked both sides of the law and yes, I've killed my fair share of men so I can relate a bit. My past fueled my present as I just didn't want to do it anymore so I created my enterprise."
He thought again a moment. He was thinking carefully, especially since this wasn't his medical discipline. "It is why I chose my own home for the first time to help a patient........you. It's not the iron walls of Med Force One or the concrete of Canaria Medical but my home. It's far more comfortable. My staff felt that my past and recent issues of my own would make me an effective counselor. I hope their faith isn't misplaced."
He relaxed a moment, hoping they were connecting. He gently asked, "So tell me about lately."
