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[simon_doctor]

[After this.]

He reads through the personal ones first, sitting at the small writing desk in his bunk. Skims them, really: the letter from Dunash, the formal but (he feels) sincere note from one of the head doctors from his residency, the worryingly few words of congratulation from Liz. He'll want to reread those later, in all likelihood, taking more time.

Second, he turns his attention to the stack of letters to River.

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[gonna_live]

You don't have to knock on the door of your own room.

Her hair is pulled back; there's a splash of white paint on the left leg of her coverall, just above the knee. The sleeves are tied around her waist.

As the door slides open, she sighs, quietly.

And closes the door behind her.

And that's when she looks up, and isn't that interesting -- it's still early, and Simon...doesn't have the door cracked open, at least a little.

"Hey." Quiet. Still by the door. "Am I interruptin' anything?"