Oh he’s absolutely being held together solely by his augmentations at this point. Is he doing okay? No. Is he fine? Sure, by the dictionary definition of the word. Does he need help? Oh absolutely. Nine out of ten trauma-informed mental health specialists would agree.

I think during one of Garak’s winter visits, there’s a walloping great blizzard that stirs up over the Bay and Julian protests that he needs to remain on shift, needs to remain on call, they need him and his boss is just like. Hey champ. I really like you, you know, alive. And I’ve had to accept that you live in your office and I can’t actually make you take a day off, but he can. And he has a hotel room in town. And we have more relief workers than we know what to do with right now, and they’re here to relieve you. So maybe go catch the last ride to the hotel, get some snacks, and hunker down for the storm. Ride it out with your scary high-ranking “”“"friend”“”“ while Garak is nodding vigorously and deciding if he wants to ask the hospital administrator for a sedative or mild paralytic so he can just truss Julian up on his shoulders and just commit a light kidnapping.

In the end, Julian grumbles but comes willingly. Not before checking each and every one of his patients, something Garak knows he should find irritating but can’t help but find all too endearing.

He ends up in Garak’s hotel room for four days, napping in between rounds of sex and catches up on his TBR list when Garak takes important video calls/meetings of the government with his camera off in a fluffy bathrobe.