[ota] physical therapy for five hundred, please

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He had the exercises memorized, not that it made him happier. There was, it seemed, a reluctance to let him work through them alone though. As if he might somehow fall and hurt himself if the twos were out of sight for too long. And it was only with stubborn restraint that Victor held back yelling.

That and the idea that when he was down his own twos would have good news to report to him. New cameras- installed in the early hours of the morning and finally up and running. The monitors in the room across from his office displayed ever face that passed through the great hall- the large servers recording them. Or, at least, they were supposed to be. Technical errors had a habit of popping up on the team- which they simply stammered out excuses for.

But working cameras that he could look at from his office (thanks to closed circuit wires that tapped in to the control room and split a feed to his desk) was enough to please him for now. It was a start, at least.

Just like barely putting much weight on his leg as he did this therapy was a start to walking again. And hopefully sooner than later.

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Elisha's brow popped up, and he shrugged his shoulders. "No, not the only reason," he said, and tugged a folder out from under his arm. At this rate in his life, he was going to have to start carrying a briefcase.

"I found these while going through some old things," he said, and handed over instructions and sample plans for close-circuit security set-ups. "I thought you could use them."

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Victor took the file, tilting his head to the side slightly as he opened it and looked through the pages quickly. With a vague nod, he smirked a little. Elisha was, it seemed, buttering him up.

"You're too kind, sometimes." He said after a moment, "I'm afraid I don't have anything to give in return. Sorry."

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Elisha was a practical man. He got along well with both of Victor's royals - and the other ones besides - but that was hardly where all the real work happened. And a little information never hurt.

Much.

"I have my moments," he said, and shrugged. "Next time, perhaps."

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"Next time indeed." He said with a smile.

"How's your Little Heart?" Because this was going to be entertaining if he said so himself.

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Elisha's left brow climbed up. Victor sort of liked poking at that, didn't he? But then, he supposed that he and Hadyn had been putting on a show for several months now.

"Mourning for his Jack," he said. Though he certainly didn't want to be. "It doesn't seem like a good time to hold that position."

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"Maybe you should apply....For Alexander's sake." Yes, that was a cruel joke, perhaps- but alas. It was what it was.

Particularly out of Victor.

"You should cheer him up somehow- isn't that what artist do?"

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Out of Victor it was exactly what one expected. Elisha shrugged. "Pleasing him is always my highest priority," he said dryly.

"I'm afraid Hadyn, like you, is not really a fan of my art."