Welcome Home (Jacksepticeye x Egos)

Chapter 3

(A/N Written by @CaddyCorner and Enterthetadpole)

"Come in, Jameson," Schneep mutters quietly, his eyes still looking at the latest medical charts on his desk.

The teal colored hair of the mute appears in the doorframe of the doctor's office, and Jameson shuffles in quickly and sits down in the chair across from the large desk. His light blue eyes try to see who's paperwork Henrik is reading over, but the slender man clears his throat, and places the file back in a yellow envelope in an open drawer.

"Marvin told me that you wanted to talk after the meeting," Scheep begins, his blue eyes looking over his dark eyeglasses to the smaller man in front of him.

Yes it's about how Anti was acting Jameson signs, his black moustache twitching as he figure out the best way to say what's on his mind.

"Anti was acting like an asshole, as always," Hendrik says with a shrug of his shoulders. "The meeting was no different."

A frown melts onto the silent man's face as he is already feeling dismissed by the taller man. The doctor is already back into his drawer grabbing more papers to review, his eyes scanning some bright bar graphs that the quiet man can't completely make out. Jameson taps on the edge of the desk to get Scheep's attention again, and with a deep sigh the doctor's eyes flicker back to the mute.

I want to try to talk to Anti about the new roommate he signs in a rush, and frowns again when Hendrik adjust his glasses and sighs again.

"I'm never going to tell you what to do, Jameson," the doctor mentions as he takes off his rubber gloves. "But I highly suggest that you let Anti just deal with this on his own. He can be dangerous when angry, and none of us want anything to happen to you."

I'm able to take care of myself Jameson signs, his face clearly turning red at being treated like a delicate flower. I'm an adult, just like everyone else in the house.

"This I am very aware," the doctor mumbles as he pulls on new gloves onto his hands. "But I am also aware of the fact that you rarely are this nervous when wanting to talk."

Schneep interlaces his fingers together and leans on his desk. His eyes focus so fully on the silent man that Jameson begins to squirm in his seat.

"Is there anything else on your mind?"

Jameson makes the motion to sigh, shoulders rising and falling dramatically, though it too is silent. Do you think Robbie will be okay? He won't speak to me at all after the incident with Anti.

Henrik hums, a noise which should accompany rubbing at his bare chin. However, the doctor knows better than to touch his face. Just the simple thought encourages him to change his blue gloves, though he refuses.

"Robbie will be fine," Henrik decides with a firm nod. "The boy is shy and skittish, but he's never had a problem adjusting to the others joining us. If he can adjust to Chase, then surely he can adjust to anyone who may come through the door."

I'm going to try again Jameson decided. And try to talk to Anti. I don't want him to scare away a new roommate.

Henrik quirks a brown eyebrow. "Talk? We both know Anti doesn't do much talking when he's in a mood like this, Jameson."

Jameson's cheeks turn pink at the gentle accusation, but he shakes his head. If Anti will talk to anyone, then I think it will be me.

"I trust you to make your own decision," the doctor resigns, returning to the research on his desk. His blue eyes, behind square glasses, flicker across the charts. He swivels in his chair, typing swiftly on his computer.

Jameson frowns, though he knows there is nothing else for him to say. Henrik is not one for small talk or long conversations. If it were anyone else, the brown haired man would have waved them out of his office. The mute can sit as long as he would like, but he knows Henrik's attention will not return unless there is another matter to discuss.

Even though Henrik is not looking, Jameson signs goodbye regardless. Standing from the chair, he slips into the hallway, shutting the wooden door quietly behind him.