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Professor Chaucer's Office Hours, Tuesday

Professor Chaucer is in his office throughout the afternoon today (any time fifth period or later, until his eighth period class). However, the door is closed. If you could see through the door, you'd see that he's asleep with his head on his arms at his desk. Pity the poor poet. He's having a bad year.

(Seriously. Chaucer is not in a good place right now. He is not a good person to come to for advice. He will not take kindly to antics or practical jokes. If you come to emo at him, he will emo back at you. And he has an excellent vocabulary for emo. He is, after all, a poet. However, if you are very nice and bring him coffee and no bad news, he may wake up long enough to look sad and say thank you.)

[OOC: Mun is unwell today. Periods of radio silence may occur.]

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"Yeah, the cute mountie," Geoff answers. He rubs at his face and shakes his head a little. "I wish you could, CJ. But at this point, there aren't enough closets in the world to fix it."

He closes his eyes for a minute, and shakes his head again. "It'll pass. I'm just...right now I'm just tired."

"This too shall pass. My mom used to say that when I was little. It never really helped when I was hurting." Gentle fingers tangle in his soft curls and then let them fall...only to repeat the motion.

She sits for a long time, just touching him in silence. Tired she knows. Alone isn't good, but sometimes words just can't communicate.

He seems to find the touch comforting, and doesn't say anything at all for a while. When he does, his voice is very soft.

"Is it me, CJ?"

Her fingers stop, and she rests her palm against his cheek. "No, Geoff. It's not you."

She bends and softly kisses his forehead, hen sits back enough to look at him. "Tell me."

~~but nothing about shane zomg!~~

Leaning back a little into his chair, Geoff stares blankly at the desk. "I don't know how many more people I can stand to have leave. And these past few weeks...first Loz and then Greg..." He shakes his head. "I can't do this anymore. Love people and have them leave me."

At the mention of Loz her shoulders droop and she hangs her head. "All we have are our connections to others in this world, Geoff. They teach us who we are. You're not the only one they left, you know. And you aren't alone now."

She's told herself the affirmation so often that it comes out rote...and is probably about as comforting to him as it has ever been for her.

Geoff sits silently for a while, thinking about the weekend in Baltimore, how House had cried when he'd told Geoff about leaving, had refused to look back when Geoff had been dropped off at the causeway. How Loz had asked Geoff to come with him, and how Geoff had begged obligations. And House very nearly asking the same, leaving his dog in expectation of Geoff returning him, when Geoff new full well it would never happen. How each time someone he loved left, he turned to another, only to watch them go as well.

It isn't comforting, but he knows what CJ is trying to do. There isn't any way to be comforted, and he's sure CJ knows that too.

"I'm going back to London," he says finally. "When the term is over. This town...I can't stay here any longer."

"Nothing gold can..." she looks up at him, her eyes glistening. "I knew you'd go home eventually."

He opens his arms and pulls CJ down to sit in the chair with him. "We've always known, milady. This isn't my world. I don't belong here. And this town...it's too quiet for me. I'm going to get into trouble here, eventually, if I stay too long."

Taking a deep breath, because he's trying to keep from crying himself, he adds, "But that doesn't mean we won't see each other again someday."

"It's not goodbye yet, Geoff. I don't want to miss you before you're even gone. I've had too much of it lately. Like you, I guess." Resting her head against his, she gets a faint smile. "You know, we could raise some hell if you want. I've got a car and a credit card and very little sense sometimes."

Chuckling, he asks, "What sort of hell do you have in mind? And since you mention your car, I'm guessing you mean outside of Fandom. Which is good, because I don't really like the look of this new militia we've got."

"It's no kind of fun if you plan it all out. How about we get in the car, cross the causeway, and go until we need gas. Then? We'll do something stupid. Really...really wild and stupid." She grins wider at the thought.

"When?" Geoff asks immediately. The idea's taking hold, and he's never been one to back down from an adventure. And it could just be what both of them need to let off a little ~~emo~~ steam.

"Whenever you want, Geoff. Really. Say the word."

"You've got classes, CJ. We can't just take off whenever I feel like it." He looks at her, contemplating the idea. "Saturday?"

"Geoff, I'm done by 6th period tomorrow, and at by 4th for the rest of the week. And I have TA's. And I can set my kids to work independantly if I'm exhausted. But...if you want to wait that long..." she affects a look of total innocence, in no way manipulatinve.

"Tomorrow," he says, almost before CJ's done speaking. "After your class? I can meet you here at the school."

Geoff almost feels the way he used to, before he decided to become responsible and take on a position where he was expected to be responsible.

She grins wide and presses her forhead to his. "Do you own a gun, Geoff?"

Eyes widening at the question, he says, "Ye-es. I do. Marty gave me one, back last term. When he was teaching me to shoot."

He gives her a suspicious, questioning look. "Why?"

She grins wider. "Bring it. I'll see you after class at my car...in the lot. And you want to raise hell? I'm your girl."

A little voice nags in Geoff's head that whatever it is CJ has planned, bringing along a gun cannot possibly be advisable.

Geoff, however, is tired of listening to that little voice.

"You're on. Tomorrow at your car, after sixth period. Anything else I should bring?"

"Nothing. Leave all your baggage here for the day. You, me...and whatever. It'll be fun." Her eyes sparkle almost like they did when she was seventeen showing him chewed up gummi worms, except now it's tempered a bit with...wickedness? Wisdom? Knowing the system.

Oh, this can't be good at all.

Geoff grins. "I have no doubt about that, milady."

The troubles will still be there when he gets back, but quite possibly he'll be in a better frame of mind to deal with them.

And if not...at least he'll have had some fun.

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