Wilson was whistling, and yes he had a damn good reason to be whistling thankyouverymuch, as he set about opening up the Clinic for the day
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Grissom enters the clinic, looking happy as a clam because pre-surgery regulations don't allow patients to eat or drink anything prior to a procedure. Or maybe not, he's pretty grumpy.
He takes a seat, putting a small bag he's brought with him down by his side, flipping through a magazine absent-mindedly and participating in other uncharacteristic, nervous behaviors until his appointment time.
He nods and gives her a soft smile. He considers joking with her, but he's a little too nervous underneath his calm exterior to pull it together. "I see. What kind of experiment?"
"Good, that sounds good." Rubbing his hands together nervously in his lap, he turns to look straight ahead. "I didn't realize... you'd be here this morning. With your, ahhh, class."
[OOC: I just rewatched Butterflied last night and now have been consumed by 'Sara makes me stutter' Grissom. It's awful! I do it naturally anyway in dialog.]
Where else would I be? *A quiet tone--she is also looking straight ahead.* I made sure my students had work today and saw it through. Then I came here.
"I would," he admits. "I would now." He then grimaces slightly, hoping she understands that he means now because of their tentative but more open friendship, and not because he didn't care before.
He can't help it, he laughs. "Well, ants only have about 250,000 brain cells, so if a large colony of ants all pooled their resources together through some sort of neurological communicative device, I suppose they'd then calculate the speed of light the same way you and I do."
He takes a seat, putting a small bag he's brought with him down by his side, flipping through a magazine absent-mindedly and participating in other uncharacteristic, nervous behaviors until his appointment time.
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*Unnoticed, his shoulder is squeezed again.*
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[OOC: I just rewatched Butterflied last night and now have been consumed by 'Sara makes me stutter' Grissom. It's awful! I do it naturally anyway in dialog.]
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Where else would I be? *A quiet tone--she is also looking straight ahead.* I made sure my students had work today and saw it through. Then I came here.
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"Thanks."
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*Faith is like hope--incredibly hard to kill. Despite everything.*
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How would an ant calculate the speed of light? *Asked idly, mischief in her eyes.*
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