Her voice is soft, and almost sheepish. Derek has the uncanny ability to make her feel silly without even trying; it's mostly her own self-awareness rearing its head, and she does have some, thank you very much. Phoebe sighs, looking down at her hands, fingers playing with each other like they're caught in a web.
"I'm a fixer. I like to fix things. Not people, because that's not ... what it means to be a person." She's not here to 'fix' Derek any more than she is really here to 'fix' the wall. But she doesn't like feeling useless, and being Derek's guardian is, most of the time, an exercise in futility. She'd like to help somewhere, even if it's a dumb wall.
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Her voice is soft, and almost sheepish. Derek has the uncanny ability to make her feel silly without even trying; it's mostly her own self-awareness rearing its head, and she does have some, thank you very much. Phoebe sighs, looking down at her hands, fingers playing with each other like they're caught in a web.
"I'm a fixer. I like to fix things. Not people, because that's not ... what it means to be a person." She's not here to 'fix' Derek any more than she is really here to 'fix' the wall. But she doesn't like feeling useless, and being Derek's guardian is, most of the time, an exercise in futility. She'd like to help somewhere, even if it's a dumb wall.