Infection
Summary: Silliness: Don tries his best to protect his team from a terrible fate.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. :(
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Don knew it the moment Charlie walked out of the conference room. This was bad. Real bad.
Charlie had just shared his… well, his mind with him and Don was glad that they had been alone at the time. Whatever was going trough his head right now, had to stay there. He couldn't afford to let this slip to the rest of the office. This was his problem now, and he didn't want to saddle up the rest of his team with this. They didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve it either, he knew, but what was done was done and he couldn't change it.
As much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he knew that he was a lost cause. He couldn't be saved, so he had to choose for the next best option. Quarantine.
He stalled in the conference room, and tried not to make eye contact with his team members. Maybe they would see that as a sign to come over, and he didn't want them here right now.
He wondered whether Charlie even knew what he had done. Well, of course he knew. He had to know. Which brought him to the next chain of thoughts; this couldn't have been intentional, right? Charlie would never do that, would he? He couldn't have deliberately shared this with him, knowing exactly what the impact would be. Right?
Well, intentionally or not, Don was stuck with it now. And he couldn't stay here and avoid his team forever.
He knew that the moment he walked out of this room he would have to try to keep this to himself. He knew it was an almost impossible thing to do, but he had to. For his team.
He slowly walked out of the room, and approached his desk. On his way he went past Megan and Colby, carefully avoiding eye contact and trying to stay concentrated. He sat down and diverted his attention to the computer screen in front of him. Slowly but surely he became so engrossed in his work that he forgot what had been bothering him so much.
Don had been working on his computer for a few minutes, when suddenly he felt the stare of three pairs of eyes in his back. He stopped singing, and only then he realized that he had, in fact, been singing.
"So, Don, so you're a Barbie girl in a Barbie world? Good to know."
Don heard the sniggering voice of Colby and realized his mistake. He hadn't been careful enough. Not only would he be reminded of this moment every day in the next hundred or so years, but he heard it the moment David turned and walked away. Humming.
It was infectious, and spreading.