Open: Blowing off some steam.

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John threw a towel, starting himself as it shattered a glass. He sighed and crouched to clean the mess, leaving the bar-front seemingly unattended.

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He started again, sighing when it was only the good doctor.

"Beckett. You don't have to...I've got it."

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"Nothing," he grunted, holding out a receptacle for the broken shards of glass; brushing himself off as he got to his feet. "I was just goofing off."

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"So, um.. have a seat. Let me get you a drink." He gestures to a stool, frowning softly.

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"Not.. intruding." John pulls out a beer with an eyebrow cocked in askance.

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He uncaps the beer and sets it in front of the Scotsman.

"So how's Keller?"

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"A drill won't work this time?" he asks brightly, perhaps a little too eager.

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"Very well," he sighs, settling his chin against his elbow on the counter.

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He can't help the grin that threatens. "I always knew I liked you, Scotty."