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Anyone else having trouble sleeping lately? [ He's tried counting sheep. He counted up to a hundred thousand before deciding he should quit it. Peter's hoping that some random conversations via text will help get his mind off... well, everything.

He just can't seem to relax. One thought leads to another leads to another. It's a constant stream of noise made worse by this ability to hear people's thoughts. It's a jumble of words that don't make sense and he can't seem to shut that off. ]

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Yeah. I used to work as a hospice nurse. Didn't have much of a choice then.

yikes.
you work at the clinic now or anything?

I'm actually thinking about it. [ Even though he decided to quit because he thought he could do more, be more. ]

What about you? Got a job here?

not especially.
turns out there's not a very high demand to employ people with no marketable skills.

[ Aw, Tim. ] What did you do back home?

mindless grunt work mostly.

[Guess who never finished college.]

So if you had the choice to do whatever, be whoever, what would you want for yourself? [ Peter always knew he wanted to help people. That's his thing. Nursing school just seemed like the right choice at the time. ]

idk

[Pretty lackluster answer, but it's better than his knee-jerk response, which is something along the lines of "rotting in the cold dead ground." He's realized from experience that most people don't respond well that sort of thing.]

learn music maybe.

[Too bad that's just a pipe dream. Right?]

It's never too late for that. [ Peter's an optimistic little SOB, okay? :# ]

Plus we have all this time on our hands.

just doesn't seem like there's much point if this place can make you forget it all at the drop of a hat.

Yeah, I get it. Back home, I wanted to learn how to play the piano, but I figured I might die in a week, so what's the point, right? [ Sarcasm. He's capable of it. ]

Seriously though. You should learn it if you want to.

[Well, exactly. What is the damn point if your central instinct, your main priority, is and always has been simply surviving with most of your memories intact?]

maybe.
what's it matter to you?

Hey, I'm just trying to be encouraging.

What else is there to do around here anyways? Personally, I wouldn't want to go stir-crazy. Or have the events be something that I actually look forward to...

survival
whenever events roll around anyway
people say nice ones happen but i've never seen it

What's your idea of a nice event?

i get to sleep for three whole days.

[ Yeah. He can see how that would be nice. The poor guy. ]

When's the last time you slept?

couple hours night before last.

You don't take a sleeping pill every now and then?

doesn't mix real well with the meds i take, so no.

Man. Wish there was some way I could help. I hope you manage to get proper sleep one of these days.

i'll live.
thanks for checking in i guess

I'll see you around. [ Definitely going to check in on him every now and then. It's worrying that the guy doesn't get much sleep. And these events can add to stress for sure. ]

yeah.

[Well, he's got someone personally invested now. Shit.]

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