Notes: So this is just a short ficlet/chapter. I really don't know if this is going anywhere. I'm bad at making things go places.
I also apologise for anything that doesn't make sense it's 3am here, and I only finished work at 1am.
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Exhaling an exhausted sigh Conrad sat back in the overstuffed coffee shop couch to look over his recent project on his Macbook. There was something far too medically themed about it, again, and he wasn't pleased when he noticed.
Scowling, Conrad saved his progress and opened a new file, not too pleased that he had to start from scratch considering he'd spent most of his evening working on it, but the thought of showing that to his client unsettled him. They'd hired him to design a company header which wasn't going as well for him as he'd like.
Rubbing at his temples, Conrad considered smacking his head on the table until he was unconscious - just to see if it'd help. He'd been having trouble since his last blood run getting the image of Worth's lecherous grin, and tweaked eyebrow out of his head; No amount of furniture arranging, or Hanna visits had done much to help because every time he drank the warmed up blood, which he no longer mentally pretended was tomato soup, the image of its source would rise fresh in his mind. Now he was painfully aware of how often he actually drank blood, and something about it slightly sickened the part of him that still made him order useless drinks just to feel normal when he went out.
Deciding it was a total bust and that some fresh air might do him some good, even if he didn't have to breathe any more, Conrad started to shut down, and pack up his gear. Looking at his untouched coffee he wondered if he could get one of the baristas to heat it up and put it in a take-away container for him; He wasn't going to drink it, but it'd be nice to warm his hands for a while.
Conrad doodled absently on a napkin as he waited at the counter for the overly happy girl serving him to microwave his coffee. He frowned when he realised he had just doodled a picture of Worth.
"Sorry for the wait Sir." The peppy voice of the coffee shop girl cut through his fuming before he could have an aneurysm.
"Oh, uh. No problem. Thanks." Conrad managed and took the coffee offered to him, using the napkin he'd drawn on as a barrier against the heat like all normal people do, and turned leave.
Bumping into someone on his way out Conrad turned to offer an apology, then noticed who he'd walked into. Of course it'd be him, Conrad thought, and was beginning to believe that he was cursed to be harrowed until the end of time by Worth.
"'Ey Pup, out for a drink?" Worth grinned and quirked an eyebrow as if to show how amusing he found Conrad's habit. Conrad wasn't sure if he could scowl any further, but he tried to.
"No, I'm doing fucking charity." He snapped back shoving the coffee, napkin and all, at Worth.
Conrad, far to busy fuming and ranting at himself about sardonic fake Doctors with weird accents, didn't realise what he'd done until he was all the way home and inside his condo which was beginning to seem less and less welcoming and more medically sterile the more Worth got under his skin.
"Oh, fuck." He intoned and banged the back of his head against the door.
