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[fucking_gentleman]

Harry is actually enjoying the sunshine by the Thames.

Well, truthfully, there's no real sunshine and no one enjoys the Thames, but he's determined to not be in the office, so here he is, sitting in the window of his favourite bakery and sipping at his coffee.

He's people watching, which was always a hobby of his, but now has become a survival mechanism to fend of do gooders and 'helpful' people who see the twisted scar along his temple, the streak of silver it put into his hair, the patch tucked underneath his glasses and they make assumptions.

And his impulse control isn't quite what it was, which means occasionally he's been known to react to a slow and loud "Can I help you?" with a leg trip and toe of his shoe into their ribs.

By accident, of course.

But now, he's mostly curious about the fellow who seems to be somewhat determinedly heading to the river's edge.

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[fucking_gentleman]

The sight of the medication makes Harry sigh and dig out his own pillbox. On a good day, he can get away with a minimum of drugs. On a day like today...

Painkiller. Anti-seizure. Beta-blocker. Anti-nausea for the anti-seizure.

"Nothing to make you feel old like a fistful of tablets with your meal."

[residu]

"Tell me about it..." He's not even old yet, technically, and he feels old. But at least he's only got one to take rather than all...that. "What're they all for? If that's alright."

[fucking_gentleman]

"This one is pain relief. This one is to stop the seizures. This one is to counter the nausea caused by the one which stops the seizures. This one is to help stop the trembling."

He has a pharmacy's worth of bottles in his desk and at home. This is just what he carries on him, in the small Kingsman pillbox. Which also has emergency sedatives and a poison concealed in it. "I also have strong painkillers, anti inflammatory medication, migraine medication, sedatives and other bottles I have undoubtedly forgotten."

The four of them go down with a sip of tea.

[residu]

"...." That. Is a lot of medicine. A lot of different skinds of medicine too, and Jihwan spends a moment looking down at the small pill case he has, which only holds one single kind. It isn't a contest, but Harry definitely wins the worse of their two situations.

"...Mine helps keep me from walking off bridges. Usually." It doesn't work so well when he's actually going through Residual Heart, but it's enough to keep the faint-headedness and disorientation to a minimum, when he feels the effects coming on. He's failed more than one test simply because he'd been caught up in the mild effects, unable to do more than stare blankly at his desk as he scratched a line into it with a pencil.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry considers things for a while, eating slowly and sipping his tea before he comes to a conclusion.

"It was a siren. You survived an attack."

[residu]

"I--what?? Yeah, that's...how'd you--?" He fumbles to find the words to ask what he wants to know, but he's so caught off-guard by the fact that Harry got it that he's stuck floundering. More often than not people just assume they're anti-anxiety or antidepressants to stop him from...well. That. Very few jump straight to Siren.

[fucking_gentleman]

Harry keeps sipping his tea, completely unflustered about it. He also waits for Jihwan to stop rambling before he thinks of replying.

"Things you've said. It doesn't take too much to put it together."

[residu]

"But I didn't even mention them..." Either Harry's a sharp wit, or he's not as bad at being social as he thought. "Most people just sort of assume it's for depression or something. 'Cause of the...well. Y'know." Tossing himself into water whenever an episode hits.

[fucking_gentleman]

You said it stops you throwing yourself off bridges. But your attempt to climb over the railing at the cafe didn't match someone with depression. It was a terrible plan for suicide. I thought it was some grand gesture at first except you seemed genuinely confused at first and then... resigned."

He refilled his teacup.

[residu]

"...Thanks? I think." Jihwan can't help leaning back in his chair, actually somewhat blown away that someone actually seems to understand so fast. He can't remember the last time anyone who'd pulled him out of that state had assumed correctly, or even noticed that much.

"Do you know someone with it, or something...?"

[fucking_gentleman]

"No. I simply can recognise the symptoms." He's very well read and it's always been a possibility, however remote. "Though I would again wonder why you don't avoid places with large bodies of water to trigger your condition."

[residu]

"Coming to London wasn't my first choice, don't worry." He's smarter than that. It was just something that couldn't be helped at the moment. "My parents' work is out here right now, so...so'm I."

[fucking_gentleman]

"... that seems... impractical."

A kind way to put it. Had it been Eggsy affected like that, he would've moved hell or high water (pardon the pun) to make sure he was somewhere safe.

[residu]

It is kind, and Jihwan offers a nod of acknowledgement as a sigh breaks past his lips. "...I hadn't had a flashback in a real long time. Figured if I stayed away from the water I could manage for the little while we're here."

But obviously that hadn't worked exactly as planned. "It was a stupid idea."

[fucking_gentleman]

"But London is built around the Thames."

Literally. London was here because of the Thames river. It split the city in half and in the past, had provided the trade that made the city thrive and grow.

[residu]

"I know--I said it was stupid okay??"

[fucking_gentleman]

"I'm not blaming you. I am simply surprised that your parents made that decision."

[residu]

"I told them it was fine..." Insisted on it actually, because he was tired of being a burden and restricting where they could and couldn't go or work.

[fucking_gentleman]

"You should consider the tube. Underground travel is very effective, even in London."

[residu]

"I know... I mean, usually I do when I need to, I just..." He flounders a little, string down his glass of water uncomfortably. "I got caught up. A bit."

[fucking_gentleman]

He nods. He does understand forgetting limitations and then stumbling head first into them with no safety net.

[residu]

"It sucks..." Jihwan sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I can't even think about it, or remember, or anything. If I do..." Bridge. Beach. Bathtub. Pool.

[fucking_gentleman]

"I know little about treatment for your condition. I'll so some reading when I go back to the office, but it always struck me as an horrific condition."

[residu]

"Huh?? No, you don't have to do that..." He looks up, surprised. "I didn't mean to make you...uhh. Worry? I mean--it's better than being eaten alive and all."

[fucking_gentleman]

"I've never had reason to before, but I pride myself on learning new things when the chance arises." He sips his tea and considers it. "Well, yes, but a great many things are better than 'eaten alive' and still singularly unpleasant."