Dr. Vincent Flores-Delgado

Pippin looks up at Will with big eyes. He rests his head on Will's lap.

"There are some days that, without Pippin, I wouldn't get out of bed. Truly, they're darlings."

What can he say. It's in his bones.

"Pippin is like that for me. He's my near-constant companion, and when I'm feeling overwhelmed or uncomfortable, he helps."

"And your job is incredibly demanding. The dogs must be a relief for you. An escape."

"If they didn't like you, I'm sure you'd have figured that out by now." Vincent hums, a light smile playing on his lips.

"You mean after a long case, you still go home and make your dogs dinner? That's dedication."

"Ah, that's very caring of you. I'm sure they appreciate having food and a home and someone to love them."

Pippin is in heaven, and he bops Will with a paw if ever he stops petting him.

Pippin is only too happy to stay where he is. He even shows Will his tummy for the best pets!!

"Did you get them all at once, or one at a time?"

"You said you have six dogs, right?"

Vincent is sitting at his desk, sipping tea.

-hasn't seen his dad in 10 years.

"Oh, hi, my darling. Hello. Yes, I've missed you too. You smell so nice and feel so soft."

And when the staff member returns, there's a shiny, handsome golden retriever at her side.

"Here you are, Mr. Delgado."

Vincent takes a couple steps back, then kneels down. Pippin comes running over, licking all over Vincent's face, tail wagging like he -

Oh, this man is a professional dog-petter, thinks Pippin. Pippin sits on Will's feet and happily accepts pets.

"Wonderful. He's a good boy."

Vincent smiles slightly, hearing the warmth in Will's voice.

-wonderful dog Pippin is, so well behaved!

Then she's disappearing to go get Pippin.

It's very kind. Vincent is surprised to hear Will coming with him. Pleasantly surprised..

The door jingles as they open it. There's someone at the desk, and a dog or two barking from the back.

"I'm here for Pippin."

The front desk worker smiles and makes small-talk about what a -

And Pippin tail is wagging (heck, his whole body is practically wagging) as he comes over to Will, sniffing at his feet and legs because dog scents.

"Do let me know if Pippin does anything ungentlemanly. He's well trained, but dogs are dogs still."

And who could blame you. Pippin loves a good pet.

"Oh, excellent. And six dogs sounds like an ideal situation."

Vincent gets out of the car, unfolding his cane.

Go on, then. He's available for cuddles.

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Pippin would like to say "Good morning."

"I shall endeavor to keep out of your head as much as you like. Though, I wouldn't say I enter anyone's head..."

Ah, the groomer's should be coming up shortly.

"You won't mind a dog in your car, will you?"

-throat. "If I start sounding too much like a therapist, let me know."

There's a touch of amusement, but also... He's really not trying to therapize Will. It just... Happens.

Ah, now. While Vincent didn't have access to Will's files, he had been given a head's up by someone about the incoming consultant.

"Ah, hm. One of our... Bad apples, one could say. I'm sorry about him. I'm sorry you went through what you did."

He clears his -

"But it is wise to spread wisdom, even if that wisdom is not necessarily your own~."

He chuckles, "But yes, alas and alack, us therapists can be rather shit at following our own better judgment."

// enjoy!! 🌿 🍄‍🟫

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Pippin wants to say something:

A warm laugh escapes Vincent. "Sounds like *you're* the therapist now."

He hums, setting his head back, eyes closing.

"I suppose I'm bad at taking my own medicine, so to speak."

"Oh, yes. The groomer is called Wiggles and Wags grooming, and it's 282 Park Street in Triangle."

He holds his cane in his lap, letting out a soft exhale. This whole situation has stressed him a bit, but Will is saving his day.

"I really appreciate this. I generally try not to burden anyone."

"Thank you, Will." He folds up his cane, careful as he steps down off the curb, feeling his way into the car and shutting the door once he's sat.

A little smile flickers on his lips.

"I don't mind. Thank you for asking." Lord knows so many people don't think about that with him.

"It might be easier if you took my arm." He holds out said arm.

"Yes, I thought so... " He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Well, I need to pick up Pippin from the groomer's. I wouldn't want to impose on you. I'm sure you have your own reasons for being out and about today."

"Oh, Will--." Vincent's tone is a little relieved.

"I'm alright. I could be better. My ride dropped me off here, but this isn't Triangle, is it."

Triangle being a town right next to Quantico.

-be sure he's out of the way as he tries to search up a different taxi service on his phone.