002 // Video

[bonvivant]

It seems as if the immediate danger has ceased somewhat and furthermore I've gotten more settled in, so, as of today I will be taking appointments for therapy. The price will be fifteen juulan per session and both day and evening times will be available.

While I was unfortunately not brought here with my degrees and certifications, I assure you that I have many years of experience in this field and take the matter of patient confidentiality very seriously. Nothing said to me during these sessions will be repeated anywhere else.

All sessions will be held on the first floor of my suite in the fire sector - in building FI-3C. If you would like to make an appointment I suggest that you contact me privately. Any questions or concerns you might have are of course welcome, as well.

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[bonvivant]

[An unsolicited visitor would normally be turned away, but he didn't have any appointments scheduled for this evening, and found it somewhat amusing that he seems to have made such an impression on this boy, so he opens the door. Yes, sorry Gavroche, you have to use the door.]

Alright, come in.

[The first floor - his makeshift office - was rather plain at the moment. Shelves without books to fill them, and tables without decor. Due to the circumstances with Malicant, he hadn't yet done any shopping. A few unfinished drawings of buildings sit on one of the tables, but that's about all there is to look at.]

[chiot]

[ It's not his favourite method, using the door, but he disappears from the iwndow and in a matter of moments he's at the door--and he's only got a scraped knuckles to show for it when he climbed down the scaffolding. It's a personal record, really.

Still, he's a bit dirty but not too bad--he bathed a week ago, and by his standards (and the 1890s) that's pretty alright. He's more interested in the room than Hannibal, walking around it, shuffling this way and that, and finally: ]

'Ey, Doctor Fancy, what's therapy?

[bonvivant]

[Passing judgment on the hygiene of an orphan from over a hundred years ago might be too strict, even for him.

But kid you really need to learn some modern cleanliness habits.]

It's helping someone else work through issues such as phobias and traumas that may be hindering their ability to function in every-day life.

[chiot]

Hmmmmmmm.

[ This is serious. Actually, factually serious. Gavroche is going to cross his arms and think, and actually stand still for a few moments. He chooses his words carefully, next, slow and deliberate: ]

What if there's summin' that you're worried about, but you don't want 'em to know? Could you help?

[bonvivant]

I might be able to give some advice, although there's only so much I can say about someone without having met them. [Though, he is rather good at deducing things from small bits of information.]

[chiot]

I ain't know if you met him or not, so that ain't matter. But... M'worried of a few things, huh? Les amis. Y'know any of 'em?

[bonvivant]

I'm afraid I haven't met them yet - or if I have, I haven't been told of this group they are in.

[chiot]

Nnnn.. You meet anyone that's french? Not the Dragons, but the other ones, huh? They're Les Amis. Ummm...

[ He squints, now, and he's rocking back and fourth between his feet. ] If'n I go tellin' you summin, summin' like this or that, summat like that, you ain't gonna tell no one else?

[bonvivant]

Only you and one of the dragons. Ah, and a man called Javert, if he is part of that circle.

And yes, I promise I won't tell anyone else. [He wasn't one to gossip anyways. Why give out potentially valuable information to others when he can keep it all for his own purposes?]

[chiot]

Eugh. Inspector Javert is a liar an' a horrible person. Ain't nuffin' good 'bout him, nuffin' at all. Most people, they got some traits worth likin' an' admirin', even if they're scummy, or fancy like you, but he's Awful. If'n you can fix him to be less uvva pain, I'll give ya all the Juulan in the world.

But--uhm. M'talkin' 'bout two people, huh? One of 'em, name's Enjolras, Doctor Fancy. Got blonde hair an' looks a bit like a lady, but he's real good, real smart, an' I ain't seen 'im for a while. He was at the Barricade with us, huh? Real leader. An' the other one is Jehan, an' he's real nice--real, real nice--helped me feel a bit better when, nnnn, when summin' else I knew left, but he hides how he really feels an' I don't think he's too good either, huh?

An'--I guess--uhm... [ Gavroche is rambling. He knows he is, and he's looking antsier and antsier and he hates talking to people, hates showing something else behind bravado and gamin and being proud and free. ]

....D'you know how, uhm--how to stop nightmares, summat like that? I--If there are friends, a'course. Who get 'em an' wake up a lot in a bad way.

[bonvivant]

Inspector Javert. Hm. [He thinks on that for a moment. He'd dealt with a nosy French inspector enough in the past, it all brought back some memories.

He'd file that bit of information away for now and judge Javert on his own merits, but lawmen of that sort tend to be treading dangerous ground in Hannibal's presence.]

I haven't met the other two yet, unfortunately. As far as nightmares go: most everyone has some nightmares and it's nothing to be too concerned over, but recurring nightmares often indicate unpleasant feelings or events that haven't been worked through.