FTEC, Sunday Evening

[banikslaveboy]

Relieved to find the clinic quiet and empty tonight, unlike last week, Stark settled himself in at the desk and hoped the night would remain quiet. The TV was on, as per usual, though he wasn't watching so much as staring into space. He seemed to do that a lot lately. It went well with the muttering.

[Apparently we have dinner guests so I will be scarce until later this evening. Totally happy to pick up pings when I'm done with dinner though.]