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[#032] Social Intricacies (Chicago Med)
Theme Prompt: #032 – Phobia
Title: Social Intricacies
Fandom: Chicago Med
Rating/Warnings: PG / Mild spoilers for S2? IDK if it’s particularly spoilery but it has to do with Connor’s S2 storyline.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 842
Summary: Dr. Rhodes moves up the bar next to Dr. Latham, leaning against it with an ease and casualness that Latham envies just as much as he doesn’t understand it.
“You know, when you said facing your fears, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Dr. Rhodes moves up the bar next to Dr. Latham, leaning against it with an ease and casualness that Latham envies just as much as he doesn’t understand it. He can theorize that it comes with years of attending galas just like this one at his father’s behest, as Dr. Rhodes’ family has a great deal of money and influence, but he also believes that it comes from the fact that Dr. Rhodes understands people in a way he never can, and potentially never will. He’s come to rely on that ease with people a great deal through the process of their mentorship, and in no moment more so than the one right now.
“I’ve never played in front of a crowd this large of people I didn’t already know.” Rooftop performances at the hospital were one thing, as he knew most of the staff there. Even if they weren’t considered anything more than acquaintances, there’s a mutual level of respect shown between colleagues. Even though this isn’t a particularly prominent performance, as they were simply playing in the background of the hospital fundraiser, in some ways that makes it an even more delicate situation. These kinds of performances are supposed to be unobtrusive, regulated to the background – heard, but not seen. One note out of order would draw attention that is inappropriate to the situation at hand, and Latham does not want to be responsible for that if he can help it. “This would be a first for me.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” While Dr. Rhodes is more familiar with the complicated way that Latham views the world, Latham also feels that he can over-assume with regards to what the older man is capable of. That being said, his support is appreciated, as Latham can also tell that is not a platitude in the shape of a reassurance. He is starting to learn the difference, and he appreciates that Dr. Rhodes is direct, in his own way. Between him, Dr. Charles, and Dr. Reese, he’s starting to have a much richer view of the world, slowly but surely, and he feels that it’s helped him interpersonally in many ways, both as a colleague and as a physician. “It’s just another performance for your colleagues. You already know we enjoy your music, so don’t worry about anyone else.”
There’s a pause as he tries to weigh the logic in that statement. “The ‘anyone else’ you are referring to happen to be the donors we need to give the hospital money so that we may continue our work.”
“True,” Dr. Rhodes nods. “However, they’re our guests and will follow our lead.” His drink finally arrives at the bar behind them, and he picks it up with a smirk. “You just worry about playing the music – we’ll take care of the rest.”
Latham nods for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “Thank you, for making the suggestion to Goodwin with regards to my attendance here. Social situations have never been my strong suit.” And a fundraiser where it is mandatory that all department heads that are not on shift attend, especially given the notoriety of their cardiothoracic program was sure to be quite the social situation. “Are you sure you are willing to discuss the program in my absence?”
“If anyone can talk up the quality of a teacher, it’s one of their students.” Dr. Rhodes takes a sip of his drink with a smirk. “It will carry more weight if it comes from me. Trust me.”
And he does. Sometimes, he worries that he trusts him too much, but Dr. Rhodes has not steered him wrong yet. Latham takes a deep breath, settling himself for a moment before admitting, almost sheepishly. “I just hope people dance.” It is almost as clear an indictment on the quality of the music as no applause, or a room full of silence – or at least that is how Latham has come to understand it.
Dr. Rhodes smirks slightly, before his eyes wander across the room to where the younger Dr. Charles is standing, talking with one of the patrons who had arrived early. “Don’t worry. I think I can make that happen.” He then tears his eyes away to where Goodwin is waving at them, and places a hand on Latham’s shoulder gently. “I think that’s your cue.”
Latham follows his eyes then nods, before making his way over to the piano. Focusing on the music is helpful, it drowns out the rest of the room around him and allows him to concentrate on the thing he knows he does well, but out of the corner of his eye, every so often, he catches a swish of red silk from what he believes to be Dr. Charles’ dress, and part of him almost wants to smile.
Most days, he is usually incredibly grateful for Dr. Rhodes’ insights as a colleague. Tonight, however, he is simply grateful for his friendship.
Title: Social Intricacies
Fandom: Chicago Med
Rating/Warnings: PG / Mild spoilers for S2? IDK if it’s particularly spoilery but it has to do with Connor’s S2 storyline.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 842
Summary: Dr. Rhodes moves up the bar next to Dr. Latham, leaning against it with an ease and casualness that Latham envies just as much as he doesn’t understand it.
“You know, when you said facing your fears, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
Dr. Rhodes moves up the bar next to Dr. Latham, leaning against it with an ease and casualness that Latham envies just as much as he doesn’t understand it. He can theorize that it comes with years of attending galas just like this one at his father’s behest, as Dr. Rhodes’ family has a great deal of money and influence, but he also believes that it comes from the fact that Dr. Rhodes understands people in a way he never can, and potentially never will. He’s come to rely on that ease with people a great deal through the process of their mentorship, and in no moment more so than the one right now.
“I’ve never played in front of a crowd this large of people I didn’t already know.” Rooftop performances at the hospital were one thing, as he knew most of the staff there. Even if they weren’t considered anything more than acquaintances, there’s a mutual level of respect shown between colleagues. Even though this isn’t a particularly prominent performance, as they were simply playing in the background of the hospital fundraiser, in some ways that makes it an even more delicate situation. These kinds of performances are supposed to be unobtrusive, regulated to the background – heard, but not seen. One note out of order would draw attention that is inappropriate to the situation at hand, and Latham does not want to be responsible for that if he can help it. “This would be a first for me.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” While Dr. Rhodes is more familiar with the complicated way that Latham views the world, Latham also feels that he can over-assume with regards to what the older man is capable of. That being said, his support is appreciated, as Latham can also tell that is not a platitude in the shape of a reassurance. He is starting to learn the difference, and he appreciates that Dr. Rhodes is direct, in his own way. Between him, Dr. Charles, and Dr. Reese, he’s starting to have a much richer view of the world, slowly but surely, and he feels that it’s helped him interpersonally in many ways, both as a colleague and as a physician. “It’s just another performance for your colleagues. You already know we enjoy your music, so don’t worry about anyone else.”
There’s a pause as he tries to weigh the logic in that statement. “The ‘anyone else’ you are referring to happen to be the donors we need to give the hospital money so that we may continue our work.”
“True,” Dr. Rhodes nods. “However, they’re our guests and will follow our lead.” His drink finally arrives at the bar behind them, and he picks it up with a smirk. “You just worry about playing the music – we’ll take care of the rest.”
Latham nods for a moment, before taking a deep breath. “Thank you, for making the suggestion to Goodwin with regards to my attendance here. Social situations have never been my strong suit.” And a fundraiser where it is mandatory that all department heads that are not on shift attend, especially given the notoriety of their cardiothoracic program was sure to be quite the social situation. “Are you sure you are willing to discuss the program in my absence?”
“If anyone can talk up the quality of a teacher, it’s one of their students.” Dr. Rhodes takes a sip of his drink with a smirk. “It will carry more weight if it comes from me. Trust me.”
And he does. Sometimes, he worries that he trusts him too much, but Dr. Rhodes has not steered him wrong yet. Latham takes a deep breath, settling himself for a moment before admitting, almost sheepishly. “I just hope people dance.” It is almost as clear an indictment on the quality of the music as no applause, or a room full of silence – or at least that is how Latham has come to understand it.
Dr. Rhodes smirks slightly, before his eyes wander across the room to where the younger Dr. Charles is standing, talking with one of the patrons who had arrived early. “Don’t worry. I think I can make that happen.” He then tears his eyes away to where Goodwin is waving at them, and places a hand on Latham’s shoulder gently. “I think that’s your cue.”
Latham follows his eyes then nods, before making his way over to the piano. Focusing on the music is helpful, it drowns out the rest of the room around him and allows him to concentrate on the thing he knows he does well, but out of the corner of his eye, every so often, he catches a swish of red silk from what he believes to be Dr. Charles’ dress, and part of him almost wants to smile.
Most days, he is usually incredibly grateful for Dr. Rhodes’ insights as a colleague. Tonight, however, he is simply grateful for his friendship.
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