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Chilly Boulder Ice Cream - Wednesday Evening

Since she'd gotten sprung from the clinic earlier, Rose had been concentrating on trying to push away the ghosts she could feel were present. It seemed to work - or at least she wasn't getting headaches or seeing them so she was counting it as a win - though the effort to concentrate was a little bit tiring.

That wasn't going to be a problem though. If this was what had to be done now, she'd just deal with it.

Dimitri had insisted on meeting back up in the evening - to check on her and make sure she wasn't crazier than usual, Rose assumed. But it wasn't like she'd turn it down, and she insisted in turn that what she really needed was ice cream. Because she hadn't gotten a lollipop at the Clinic of course.

Chilly Boulder it was then, and Rose stood studying the menu carefully. This was a big decision after all.

[OOC: Rose is there for the Russian giant, but open for all your ice cream needs!]

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"No go-to favorite for medical recovery?" Dimitri asked, joining her in her perusal of the menu.

"Hey, it's not like I make a habit of it," Rose protested, leaning into him to hip check him teasingly.

As concerned as he still was after the previous day, Dimitri was glad to see Rose again being her teasing self. It helped keep the active worry nicely buried. "Is that why you look so involved with this menu?"

"It's a hard decision," she told him, but she'd apparently made that decision as she headed up to the counter to order a double scoop of strawberry and chocolate brownie. Rose glanced back at him, gesturing for him to order too.

"Or not." He shook his head, for as difficult a decision as she made it out to be, he certainly didn't merit a look at the menu. Good thing Dimitri had a standby and he ordered his own cone of fudge ripple before paying for them both. It was her replacement medicinal lollipop and Rose could deal.

Rose frowned at him for that paying bit. "Hey, this was my thing," she protested, reaching for the cone that the (pretty cute) ice cream guy handed over.

"You can have another thing," he told her, accepting his cone with a nod of recognition that the ice cream guy existed and did a job regardless of his physical appearance. "I suggested meeting up, after all."

"I owe you a thing then," she decided. She flashed a smile at the ice cream guy since she wasn't holding his appearance against him. "Wanna walk or sit down?"

"The rain seems to have stopped," he reasoned, making his way to the door and opening it. Holding it for her gave him the chance to lick around the edge of his cone to avoid the start of any drips. "Fresh air is always a good choice."

"Yeah, let's make the most of not being in Siberia," Rose teased, licking her own cone as she left the ice cream shop. "You gotta appreciate the lack of snow."

"Yes, never before have I been anywhere without snow in June," he deadpanned with an eyeroll, following her out into the street.

"I thought so," she agreed, looking at him sympathetically. "It's okay, Dimitri. We'll make the most of it. Maybe I'll even get you swimming."

Yeah, he couldn't keep up the fake, but he could mock her. "You're aware that in spite of my accent, I never lived under a rock, yes?"

"I hope not," Rose said. "It'd be kinda uncomfortable under a rock, huh?"

"Very," he agreed, licking his cone and giving her a peripheral look over. "So you're in good spirits."

She shrugged a little, focusing on getting the perfect lick of strawberry and chocolate together. "Everything's better than 24 hours ago."

"The magic of ice cream." There wasn't much more he could do than agree with that sentiment, well, other than ask outright about her other issues. "No more...ghosts?"

Rose glanced up at him then down the road as she considered her answer. "If I focus on trying to ignore them, they don't bother me," she said finally, sticking with the plan to tell Dimitri the whole truth for now.

He switched his ice cream to his other side and made a play to grab for her hand as they walked. "How do you think it would be if your focus slipped?" Dimitri wondered, gathering information for personal and professional use. There was no distinguishing between the two on this topic.

"I think -" she smiled as he took her hand. For some reason she thought of that time he'd walked her back to the dorm from Ashley's party. "I don't know. I think it'll get easier to hold. Like I'll get more used to it."

"That makes sense," he said thoughtfully. "I wish I knew something to help with that sort of control." He feared how long it could take her to gain a strong hold over the focus required. And that it would distract from her guarding.

"There's a few people I'm thinking of talking to that might be able to help," Rose said. "Emma most of all. We kinda talked about it before about something else." She licked her ice cream cone. "Don't worry. It's not going to be a problem."

...more of a problem.

"No more than it has been," Dimitri clarified with an apologetic look. It saddened him to know that he had to tell the Academy what was going on and that they could take more of an issue with it than even he did.

He slurped his ice cream. "You'll let me know what happens with your experts?"

She shrugged, looking down at the reminder. "Yeah, no more than that. I'm - sorry for all the shit it's been this past week. I'll keep you in the loop."

She didn't want to ask the next question, but it had to be said. "Am I still on my field experience?"

As much as he appreciated being in the loop, her question was a really good one that might ruin said loop involvement.

Dimitri stopped walking, turning to ~~loom~~ stand in front of her. "Yes and no. I've been thinking...our field work involves a lot of long hours on top of your other commitments. So perhaps we cut back-- just until we know more. And don't misunderstand me, Rose, I know how capable you are. But I have to think about what's best for both you and our charge. What do you think?"

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