The situation is grave [Open]

[necromancynow]

A: Faust's clinic, Lambeth:

Patients that had other options did not visit Dr. Faust. His bedside manner was impeccable during the day, of course, and his medical knowledge was near-encyclopedic. But often he looked as though he had not slept in days and there was a strange, distant component to his manner that had been present ever since the loss of his wife some years ago. And his touch, even to ordinary patients not overly sensitive to the supernatural, made the flesh crawl in inexplicable fashion.

But of course there were many patients that did not have other options. Faust opened the door to the waiting room, peeking his head through with a mildly encouraging smile. "Next?"

B: Night visits

Faust was out at the graveyard, peering down into a freshly-dug grave in the Earth. Empty, as of yet, but he preferred bodies that had had time to... settle. He looked over his shoulder at the skeleton trailing behind him. It was carrying a shovel and spade.

"Over on the east side, if you please."

Time to do a little grave robbing.

Wildcard:
Feel free to make up your own! Faust's been in London for a few years and hands out business cards for his clinic on occasion, so your character may have heard of him by reputation :).

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[necromancynow]

Faust took a moment to try and get himself back under control, to somehow fit the overspill of emotion safely back into place. "I know. Thank you."

He took a deep, sighing breath. "Sometimes it's the small things that make me remember. Then it's as if it happened yesterday. They told me it's supposed to get easier with time. But it never does."

Then he looked back up at Clara. "You're very kind, you know."

[warmheartedly]

"It doesn't from my experience," she observers, recalling the few (and too many) times that it's happened in the past. "The most I can really say about it is that, sooner or later, you'll be able to not cry most of the time when they come to mind."

His comment takes her by surprise and she blinks, needing a moment to respond to that. "Ah... Thank you? I was just hoping you're okay is all. Others would do the same thing if they were here, I'm sure."

[necromancynow]

Sooner or later. Maybe. But he doubted it. As he doubted that others would care much about him.

"You're welcome. But now I think... I should get back." The skeleton lumbered back toward them, satchel in hand.

[warmheartedly]

Ohhhh poor Henrique. He's going to have a headache when he checks on this part of the area later when he comes by doing his rounds.

Still, she realises that she should leave the man be and she nods to show her respects. "Of course. Better you get moving before someone catches you and your friend. Just-- Take care, okay?"

Much as she's still cautious over all of this, she doesn't want anyone to get into trouble.

[necromancynow]

"I will," said Faust, wobbling a little as he turned to head toward the exit. "Thank you. I'll... thank you."

Hopefully, he didn't run into anyone on the way back.

[warmheartedly]

She has so many questions to ask him still but she can tell he either needs rest or something else for his plans. Perhaps the latter.

The best she could do now is leave him be and head to the direction of the grave, trying to delay the inevitable findings of his work here. It's not much but hopefully it'll be enough in the long run. She hopes he'll be fine.