Office Hours, Tuesday

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell wasn't sulking, or hiding. Nothing so pedestrian as that.

He was being avoidant. Avoidant of people, avoidant of his memories, avoidant of the fact he was riding a high buzz on the blood currently still flowing through his system. He knew the come down was going to be horrifically bad this time, but not for another day or two.

Right now he was the safest he could be, even though everyone was back to smelling like food and--

What he really needed was a distraction.

So Mitchell was back in his office. Poking through TV channels.

[[ open. there shall be no biting today ]]

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[chosehumanity]

"Probably," Mitchell allowed. He'd only spoken to Castiel the once, and quite frankly, he didn't want to repeat the experience and burst into flame or something. "But take it from an old man. I really doubt God cares. It's a miracle enough when people manage to find out who they are before they run out of time. I don't see why anyone should be denied the opportunity to embrace it. It gets lonely when you're lost on the fringes by yourself."

[thatsamilkshake]

That -- run out of time -- sent a string of bubbles (they weren't really, just wisps of images and sounds, but she had to make sense of them somehow) through the space in Francine's head, sharp enough to make her close her eyes. Some of them, she'd seen before. The ones she hadn't, she could have lived without seeing ever.

"I'm not by myself," she said when she opened her eyes again. Thank God. Which was an odd thought considering the conversation, or maybe it wasn't at all. "And...you're not old! How are you old?"

[chosehumanity]

"I'm older than you," Mitchell pointed out, smiling a little. "Us teachers have to get our credentials somehow." It was a miracle how secrets like 'I'm a hundred years old' wound up sustained on this island. Maybe his was some kind of record.

"But that's good," he said. "You should never let anyone's outdated ideas about religion get in the way of that." He was assuming the worry about lesbian... things probably came from something concrete.

...Although he hoped she didn't mean she had a boyfriend. That would make this slightly awkward. (Not that he was going to be George about it)

"The scope of it, of faith is a lot broader than most seem convinced it is."

[thatsamilkshake]

She had a kind of really really gay ex-boyfriend. Did that count? "This place makes me think everything is, sometimes." Which was... mostly a good thing, though that meant it made life more confusing too.

[chosehumanity]

Not really, no. "It is," Mitchell agreed, "And that means there are some scary things. But also a lot of good."