Bolton's Office Hours

[theoverseers]

[Want to chat with Bolton privately? Here is where you do it! Bolton's office hours will be held in conference room B in the library for approximately four hours in the morning several days a week. During that time the blinds will be drawn and that room will be off-limits unless you're there to talk to Bolton, though the other three study rooms will still be available for use.


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[theoverseers]

[Bolton keeps holding Jamie, because there's nothing else he can think of to do. He knows this is his fault. He knows he needs to get Jamie up off the floor, to get him dressed and get ready for the trial.

It feels strange to not be investigating.

He kisses Jamie's temple when he pushes back against him, tightens his arms protectively.]

No, we're safe. You're safe, Jamie. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

[theoverseers]

[Gradually and slowly his breathing starts to regulate and he's still in his partner's arms, staring at the floor and just trying to process all of this.]

They're not safe. [He says it so quietly it'd be easy to miss if the hallway weren't dead quiet as it is. Hard to believe there used to be nineteen more people, some of them they called friends, walking these exact halls once upon a time. Jamie finally lifts his head, staring up at his own pitiful reflection in the too shiny chrome ceiling.]

...I had to ask CECE her name, B. It's our fault she's dead and I didn't even remember her name.

[theoverseers]

[Bolton doesn't say anything for a long moment, just wraps himself around his partner, rests his chin on Jamie's shoulder and holds him while his breathing calms until he can't feel his heart beating like it's trying to leave his body.]

...It's my fault. It's my fault, J, not yours.