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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

He taps an index finger against the cardboard cup sleeve in response. Stalling.

"No, I wasn't seeing anyone," he lies. Amory has had doctors before, but that's precisely why he has none at the moment. Well, that's actually a lie. Chase is his doctor in a way. Mentally, he registers him as that asshole, a variant spelling of friend, which overrides the taboo association.

For all his supposed logic, Amory Felix is a man of impulse and irrational associations.

"Allowing a doctor to treat you is like letting a murderer place a gun against your head," he pauses, catching Cameron in the eyes. His tone is light, even prepping for a joke. "Except that sociopath's less likely to be operating under a false pretense. His intent is clear. He wants to blow your head off. The doctor, on the hand, will tell you he wants to help. Then in the afternoon, he cuts your fingers off while you're asleep."

"Well," she says utterly innocently, "if we do that, they wouldn't have done you any good, anyway." She manages to keep a straight face at that. Cameron has definitely been working for House too long. But it's hard not to feel a little defensive in the face of Amory's accusations. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd be willing to look at things from her perspective, either.

"If it came down to it," she adds, a little softer both in volume and in tone, "would you rather lose a limb or your life?"

When someone challenges what you've dedicated your life too, being defensive is only expected.

"I was using the finger example as a metaphor," he shoots back, intentionally being vague. "If the limb needs to come off, then it needs to come off.

She doesn't give any hint to her thoughts on the matter.

"Not everyone would agree with that."

Sooner or later, Amory's restraint is going to unravel. By then, they'll need a table.

"It'd be sad day when everyone does," he jokes. One last sip of coffee and he's done, which he tosses into the trash, "Because you're better dead, than living as a cripple? That's a coward's perspective."

"Maybe," she answers simply, disinclined to weigh in on the issue and not (thankfully) forced to get emotional about it, today. It's kind of a funny position for Cameron to be in, given the way things usually are.

"But that's an extreme situation. A lot of people avoid doctors because they're afraid of getting bad news to begin with."

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