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[center][h2][color=#406f40]Joel Shcroeder[/color] [/h2] [/center]
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Location: Altsoba Hospital
Interacting With: Howard Lucas [@Morose]
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[color=#406f40]"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."[/color] 
He said with a soft chuckle, coughing and wincing softly at the effort.
[color=#406f40]"Then again, I don't think I'd believe it myself either."[/color]
He continued, stopping himself from chuckling again as the events played over in his head. Shaking himself out of it gently, he turned to the familiar professor again.
[color=#406f40]"Your collections are always a treat, after We're released here, I welcome you to come to my temporary residence, I'm sure we could both use a drink and some dinner, then you could introduce me to your newest display?"[/color] 

He had always enjoyed leisure with Howard, a man of a similar making. With Howard, there was little room for the discomfort of emotional involvement, and any conversation was a discussion of factuality, not empathy. It was relaxing, to be around someone he didn't have to actively discern motivations from, someone he didn't have to involve emotional consideration. Howard was also a man of maturity, and he knew his own limitations when drinking, which meant Joel could simply provide a glass and show him where the whiskey and Ice was, then leave him to his own choices with alcohol, without fear of caring for an intoxicated adult.