[Medic couldn't help but glance back over his houlder at her at that in mild confusion. Well. Bored he may be, but... Lonely? And she offered to be his friend even? Turning his head back towards the medical supplies in front of him he set aside what he was holding and chuckled, running his once again free hand over his face and rubbing his eyes.
Maybe she was right? At least he was pretty sure he didn't have any friends among his colleagues. But he himself avoided them just as he avoided any social contact to begin with.
The faint laughter died down and the man went back to work, readying a piece of cloth with the liquid of the bottle and shoving it underneath his coat and shirt to press it on and into the large cut to clean the wound hissing mildly through his teeth at the contact before finally replying to her offer. His voice was lacking the amusement his former chuckling may have let one assume to be there. It was flat, calm and he at least tried to have it sound somewhat rejecting even.]
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Date: 2011-05-31 12:09 pm (UTC)Maybe she was right? At least he was pretty sure he didn't have any friends among his colleagues. But he himself avoided them just as he avoided any social contact to begin with.
The faint laughter died down and the man went back to work, readying a piece of cloth with the liquid of the bottle and shoving it underneath his coat and shirt to press it on and into the large cut to clean the wound hissing mildly through his teeth at the contact before finally replying to her offer. His voice was lacking the amusement his former chuckling may have let one assume to be there. It was flat, calm and he at least tried to have it sound somewhat rejecting even.]
Zhat... May be a bad idea.