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[herrstory]

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[slightlyoffchilt]

I am not going to dignify that with an answer either way.

[herrstory]

So then, yes.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Why do you insist on me being aroused constantly?

[herrstory]

Not constantly. But when I am around would be nice.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Hm.

[A beat.]

What video was that, again?

[herrstory]

If you are looking for arousal, I am already here at the hospital.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I told you not to come.

2/2

[slightlyoffchilt]

What video, Starr?

[herrstory]

If you have not yet seen it, then who am I to ruin the surprise? Happy hunting.

[ That's hours upon hours of footage in multiple places in the hospital to go through. Although if Chilton starts from Hans' first day on the job, it will be less of a search. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[It is less a focus of time and more location, in Chilton's mind -- he pulls up the footage for the past month in three places: Starr's office, the Containment Center, and Chilton's own office.]

I swear to god.

[herrstory]

[ Reaching Chilton's office, Starr opens the door. ]

But I believe a bargain could be struck if you want me to tell you exactly when and where it was.

[ He hangs up the phone, slipping it into his suit pocket. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton stood up, slammed closed his laptop, his mouth twisted in a small rage. He distinctly recalled his instructions to Starr just moments ago.]

You know, [said Chilton, as he unbuttoned one cuff and rolled up his dress shirt sleeve.] I still owe you a treatment.

[And he walked around his desk, his eyes on Starr's throat. Sedative ready.]

[herrstory]

I came here out of concern for you and you are going to repay me by forced sedation?

[ He didn't move from his spot, didn't seem at all worried about the sedative. ]

You are aggressive when you are intoxicated. Requesting lobotomies, verbally attacking me, preparing to physically attack. You may claim I do not have friends, but I am here. For you. As a friend. I did not clock in. I do not expect payment for my time here.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And I did not request your presence, Starr, I had not summoned you.

[Chilton, flippant, had not redirected his course towards Starr. His attention was singular.]

You like it, you like being overpowered. So I'm here to deliver -- it might not even be as painful when you wake up this time.

[It would definitely be at least equally painful, with the migraine side effect Chilton had planned. Now not even three feet away from Starr, Chilton reached out to grab his head of security by the throat.]

[herrstory]

[ Starr sighed. Chilton was forcing his hand, wasn't he? It wasn't as though he wanted to hurt him, but Chilton was giving him no choice. He waited until Chilton was nearly upon him, grabbing that outstretched arm and using it to swing the doctor toward the wall, pinning the arm behind the his back. Starr pressed himself close to Chilton's body, hips against hips to keep him in place. ]

Perhaps I do enjoy it because it is so rare that it happens. You cannot overpower me head on. So stop or I will be forced to dislocate your arm.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton nearly whimpered, pressed against the wall like that. His arm twisted behind him, his hips captured by Starr's own. His free hand desperately grabbed for thigh, hip, waist, torso -- and found all of it clothed. Tucked, belted, covered. He couldn't reach above the chest in his current position. Couldn't reach that throat again.

His shoulders drooped, and he sullenly stood in pinned place.]

I've stopped. What is it that you want?

[herrstory]

For you to go sit back down in your seat and relax.

[ Starr turned them around, still keeping Chilton's arm pinned behind his back as he guided him back toward his desk. ]

For one, why were you so adamant I stay away? It was not like you were doing anything other than talking to me to begin with.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You have a controlling nature. [Chilton said over his shoulder, as Starr guided him back to his desk, supervised.] And this is my sanctuary. This is mine.

[herrstory]

You are still in control of it.

[ He said as he dragged Chilton to his seat and dumped him back into it. ]

You are simply not in control of whether or not I choose to take a nap.

[ Starr moved away, loosening his tie as he walked around the desk -- choosing the seat furthest from Chilton's desk. ]

I can sit here quietly if you prefer.

[ Quiet, sure. But he demonstrated that silence and simply stared at Chilton, either not caring that his gaze could be unsettling or remaining oblivious to that fact. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Don't. [Whispered Chilton, from across as he sat at his desk. He didn't dare stand up again, because Starr clearly did not want him to do so.]

Don't look at me. Like that. Close your eyes at least.

[herrstory]

Do I make you uncomfortable?

[ Starr tilted his head and then broke eye contact to look down at the papers on Chilton's desk. ]

What are you busying yourself with anyway? Can you even work properly at this level of intoxication?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am rapidly sobering up, thank you. [Starr had that effect.] And yes -- you'd be surprised at the degree of functionality I can achieve while imbibing. Or having imbibed.

[Chilton had something of a habit, in fact. Otherwise might classify it as "a problem."]

Why are you here, Starr? Really?

[herrstory]

I am concerned for you and your state of mind. You are not taking well to the appearance of someone who threatens your...uniqueness. And I do not believe you should be alone to stew over your destructive thoughts.

[ He shrugged, glancing toward the ceiling. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Destructive thoughts." You think I am likely to self-harm? Me?

[Beyond drinking himself into a painful state. But Chilton didn't count his courting of alcoholism as "self-harming."]

I would implore you to believe me -- I'm fine. I have been fine. I remain fine.

[herrstory]

No. I do not believe you would harm yourself beyond the excessive drinking.

[ A flicker of a glance toward Chilton's glass. ]

But I do believe your thoughts may consume you, lead you to lash out, lead you to say things over the network perhaps you will want to take back after the fact. Lead you to order Chauncy Anderson to have a lobotomy. And that is not the path a Messiah should take so early -- before he has risen to power and can be easily forgiven for such behavior.