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[claims_medic]

Ah, well. That was...

[AWKWARD pause. And he clears his throat.]

I hope everyone is well. [Yes, he really is this lame.]

[Private to Sveta]

[Give him a moment as he tries to articulate 'sorry I serenaded you in the middle of the street, my bad']

I apologize, I hope I- well, I hope that I didn't offend you in any way Sve- Miss.

[Private to

Comments

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Of course, Nathan. Whenever you like.

Private.

[claims_medic]

Are you free tonight?

Private. (Log/Spam?]

[thegooddrjones]

Yeah, I'm off shift in the infirmary at four. Shall we do tea? Please make sure it's not from the town, yeah?

Private. Spam is good~

[claims_medic]

Yes, gladly. I'll brew some in my cabin when you can come by.

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[Nathan did just that, brewing a good, strong pot of tea under the light blue glow of the heater. His room had hardly changed, though now a handful of ornamental weapons on display were back on the wall, and several not so ornamental weapons were hidden away across the room. His suit too hung in the closet, not quite as oppressive as it had been but hardly comforting when he did look upon it.

He poured two cups when his clock struck four, barely glancing up as he lost himself in thought on the days prior.]

Spam

[thegooddrjones]

[Thankfully, the infirmary had been almost ghostly empty today. Martha had assumed that the people whom had needed medical attention following the port had chosen to do it from Doctors whom they were closer too. It made sense, especially considering who had come to see her today. So really, she had no trouble leaving directly on time for once (she couldn't remember the last time that had happened) and being at Nathan's door just past four.

She had even had time to change out of her doctor's lapcoat and put on a proper jacket, something that amused her as she reached up and knocked upon her friend and former inmate's door.]

Spam

[claims_medic]

[Nathan glanced up at the knock, walking to the door and opening it with a ghost of a smile.]

Please, come in. [He stepped out of the way.] I have to say I assumed you would be late. I'm surprised the Infirmary wasn't quite full after this weekend's festivities.

Spam

[thegooddrjones]

[When Nathan opened the door, Martha grinned at him. And when he stepped back to allow her to step into the room, she took the opprotunity to hug him lightly. He just really looked like he needed a hug, and Martha certainly knew that she did.]

I'm not, [her words were said quickly.] I think they're just kinda hiding out for now. Hopefully we won't have a large run on in a few weeks.

Spam

[claims_medic]

[Nathan only hesitated in surprise a moment before returning the hug, smile becoming a bit more sincere on his face. It changed quickly enough to a vague sort of concern as he gestured for her to sit.]

Are you alright? [He asked as he went to the tea.] You seem... harried. [He handed her a cup.]

Spam

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha released the hug quickly before she stepped back and folded herself into the chair. Her hands wrapped comfortably in her lap before she looked around the room and the changes that had been made in it since Nathan had returned to the Barge. Really, she felt a bit bad about not coming and seeing him earlier; sometimes she wondered if the Barge had made her a more selfish person...

When he asked her if she was all right, Martha nodded quickly.] Yeah, 'm fine. Just post port stuff, you know?