Fixer POV
Prez paced the floor. I am positive he wore a groove in the floor; his pace was from the door to the window, and back again. He was unapproachable; his face said, " Don't come near me, or be prepared to be barked at. In the beginning, I left him to pace on his own, and when I thought his pace had slowed, I came beside him and paced with him. Step by step, not speaking, just there for him, if he needed me. Even if it was to vent, I would take it; he couldn't do or say anything that I hadn't seen before.
But he just paced, not even acknowledging me beside him; that was okay, I didn't mind, I felt better knowing I was within reach if he needed me.
The door swung open, and Prez stopped and turned to face a young nurse who had come through.
"Are you Prez?" She asked timidly, obvio
