She wanted to stay here. Talk to Eric, hear how he was feeling. Amber knew the day hadn't been easy for him either-- it didn't excuse his selfish decisions, but having been through so much herself over the past couple of hours, all she wanted was for them to put everything aside and just be. Like they were whenever out of work: Amber and Eric, not Volakis and Foreman. It was the end of the work day, why not? She longed to get up just enough to slump into his lap and hug him, melting into his touch, relaxing at his scent.
Trusted. Amber's exhaustion grew heavier, threatening to bury her. Of course. It wasn't just his choice of tense, but the clipped, brisk tone, cutting off all conversation. He didn't want to talk to her, not after the way she'd gone off on her own. The weight settled over her throat; maybe it was a good thing he wasn't interested in conversation, because she wouldn't have been able to manage it. Amber had known the consequences. If she were to regret her actions, it'd be only if she'd truly hurt Casey—but as far as Eric went, she stood by her choice. If he couldn't see beyond himself, then Amber simply wasn't interested. But, oh god, she'd miss him; miss the hopes she'd been quietly nurturing.
To confirm just how much he wanted her out of the room, Eric told her to go run the tests. Silently Amber nodded. Professional. Fair enough. If that was how it was going to be from now on, at least he'd avoid dragging negative sentiments into it. And how appropriate, too, getting her to check what could be the definitive confirmation of either lupus or MS.
Rising and ignoring the ache radiating from her ankles, Amber wiped her hair away from her face-- when was the last time she'd had even a bathroom break?-- and walked out, taking a copy of Casey's file with her.
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Trusted. Amber's exhaustion grew heavier, threatening to bury her. Of course. It wasn't just his choice of tense, but the clipped, brisk tone, cutting off all conversation. He didn't want to talk to her, not after the way she'd gone off on her own. The weight settled over her throat; maybe it was a good thing he wasn't interested in conversation, because she wouldn't have been able to manage it. Amber had known the consequences. If she were to regret her actions, it'd be only if she'd truly hurt Casey—but as far as Eric went, she stood by her choice. If he couldn't see beyond himself, then Amber simply wasn't interested. But, oh god, she'd miss him; miss the hopes she'd been quietly nurturing.
To confirm just how much he wanted her out of the room, Eric told her to go run the tests. Silently Amber nodded. Professional. Fair enough. If that was how it was going to be from now on, at least he'd avoid dragging negative sentiments into it. And how appropriate, too, getting her to check what could be the definitive confirmation of either lupus or MS.
Rising and ignoring the ache radiating from her ankles, Amber wiped her hair away from her face-- when was the last time she'd had even a bathroom break?-- and walked out, taking a copy of Casey's file with her.