Delirious || Bozari

Chapter Twelve: Boze

"Hey."

It was lunch. Damien was off with his boyfriend somewhere (not that he'd told anyone, but she knew), Courtney had gone out with Dr. Sui, Joven was still with Silver, and Ian was who knows where. It was raining, so Boze decided to go to the breakroom for lunch and just buy a couple bags of chips from the vending machine.

They'd had Silver for a week by now. Damien had quit almost instantly, of course; he was in on the plan, even if Silver didn't know it. There were a lot of things Silver didn't know. Joven, on the other hand, was determined to break the renowned serial killer. Boze gave him a week before he gave up. If anyone was going to be broken during those exchanges, it wouldn't be Silver.

What she hadn't been expecting to see in the breakroom was Mari. The purple-haired woman was sitting by the window, grasping a cup of coffee in her hands. There was a sombre expression on her face. Boze could instantly tell that something was wrong.

Mari looked up at her words. "Hey."

"You okay?" Boze asked. She didn't really care, of course, but she was curious. Mari was one of the strongest psychologists in the institute. Whatever had her down must've been big.

Then again, they weren't exactly close. The only one of her coworkers that she ever really talked to was Damien, and that was just because they were working together. What sucked about him was the fact that he was normal; not a psychopath, not a sociopath, not anything. He didn't even have ASPD. All that was off about him were his morals.

"I'm fine," Mari replied, completely unconvincingly.

"Patient trouble?"  Boze guessed, making her way to the vending machines and pulling out her wallet. She could see Mari's reflection on the plastic screen.

"No," Mari sighed. "Well, Moss is being a bitch, but he's not the main problem."

"So there is a problem, then," Boze smiled.

Mari rolled her eyes. "Damnit."

Boze got her three bags of Cheetos and walked over to her coworker, dragging a chair with her. Mari was perched on a slight ledge under the window that looked anything but comfy, and she didn't want to take the spot next to her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

Mari sighed, not taking her eyes off the window. It was a pretty sight outside; the raindrops were so large you could see it, and it was fun watching all the people without umbrellas scuttling around below, trying to get under banisters. "Not really. The psychologist part of me is telling me that I should, but the normal part of me is telling me to just bottle it up and keep it inside me forever."

"As a psychologist, I agree with the psychologist part of you," Boze joked. "Have you not talked to Ian about it?"

Everyone knew that she and Ian were close. Platonically, of course. Lasercorn had told her all about his relationship with Ian; even the details she would have rather not known.

"I've tried,"  Mari replied. "But he doesn't understand. As far as I know, he's never even been in a relationship before, let alone a serious one. He keeps trying to solve the problem, but feelings... they aren't a jigsaw puzzle. The most logical solution isn't always the best one."

So Ian hadn't told her about Lasercorn. Interesting. She'd have to think about that later.

"So it's boyfriend troubles?" Boze raised an eyebrow.

"Fiancée," Mari answered quickly. "Well, ex-fiancée, now."

"Ah," Boze didn't have an answer for that one. She'd never been in a real relationship, one with any connections that weren't purely physical, let alone engaged. In this topic, she was even worse off than Ian. She'd have to fake it till she made it. "What happened?"