FTEC -- August 17 -- Sunday.

[ecirpnellehada]

Well, she was no longer a bird. That was a good thing, Adah supposed, if it weren't for the fact that it was all terribly disorientating, this switching between different bodies with different balance points, not to mention the change in height and having to reacquaint herself with the possession of opposable thumbs, which, really, she'd never

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Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

"It's good to be back in regular form," Adah agreed simply, but her attempt to be perfectly aloof and nonchalant broke slightly with a sigh. "I haven't decided if it was just a stroke of random luck, bad on my part but good on yours, that it happened, or simply that I had jinxed myself in admiring those Australian birds and pondering what it would be like to be one

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

"And, clearly," Adah shot back, giving him a look over, although signs of the brawl had certainly faded, "you couldn't have waited until then. Honestly, Lee, how the hell did you expect me to react? Or was it simply that you didn't intend on me finding out at all?"

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"I knew you'd react like this," he admitted, shrugging. "But, what I did, I did it for a few reasons. I thought it'd solve something. Maybe it didn't, maybe it did. But, I really didn't have time to tell you."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah was quiet for a moment after that, her head turning slightly as her eyes dropped. She tried to think of anything that could be reasonably settled through methods that left one of the parties involved in a clinic, and was failing utterly, because she was pretty sure that there wasn't an acceptable answer to be had. Another sigh, a slight, crooked shaking of her head.

"But you did intend on telling me?" she asked quietly, looking back toward the Eel. She knew that it would have been incredibly foolish if his answer to that was no, because she would have been able to tell something was up with just a look at him a week ago.

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"I wouldn't have really been able to hide it," he said, "but yeah, I was going to tell you after I got out of the clinic. You just got on the radio before I could."

He shrugged. "The only reason I didn't before that was because I went back to the cabin and rested a little."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Nmad Dog, she hated those awful squirrels. Her eyes shifted toward a small pile of books, reminding herself that her first task after she settled into things at Emory would be that squirrel plague. She could already see herself in the lab, her colleagues commenting on how they were confused on why she kept developing the formulas that killed the lab rats even further.

"That's at least something, then," she admitted, reluctantly, and looked toward him again, feeling tired. "And how did it go, resolving whatever it was you were hoping to resolve?"

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"It doesn't matter, it's done, hopefully sh--it's done," he said, shrugging. "It needed to happen."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah's mouth opened slightly, words on the very tip of her tongue, but then they retreated back, sticking in her throat as her lips settled back in place. Her first impression, she realized, was to comment on how she found it incredibly difficult to imagine that anything that would leave him in the clinic was something that needed to happen, but then a faint bit of realization settled in that she wasn't sure she could honestly say that without being a hypocrite. She'd been laid out in those clinic beds a few times herself, and at least one of them was something that she might consider had to be done, too.

She swallowed the words down, tried to bring up new ones, different ones.

"And how are you feeling now?" she asked.

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"Fine," he said, smiling a little. "Bruises are faded, the stiffness went away a few days ago. I feel fine. You can check, if you want."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah settled a look on the Eel in the attempts to communicate that she wasn't going to let him slip so easily into that, although she had to admit, now that she'd said her piece, got her anger off her chest, she could warm up to the idea. "I'll take your word for it," she said. Any lingering marks that he might not have noticed would only get her upset again. Even if...this time next week, she'll probably be back in Georgia, back in time. She bit her lower lip, chewing on it a little thoughtfully as she looked at him. "I'm not feeling creative enough to make something up to explain all the peck marks for your file."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"Just an idea," he said, shrugging. "I didn't mean anything else other than you know what to look for, if you wanted to look. It's fine that you don't want to."

He shrugged again and looked down. "Sorry."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah was quiet for a long moment, still looking at him, and her volume didn't increase much when she finally did speak, either. More sticking words; she had to wet her lips a little before they could come out.

"It's okay."

And she almost, almost, left it there. "It's just...certainly not making a good case that I won't need to worry about you."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

"You're going to worry about me," he said, nodding. "I know. I'm not going to stop you but I'm not going to go out and get my ass kicked around. What happened to me, it needed to happen."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah blinked a little at the repeated confirmation of the words, and found her head tilting slight with a slightly different angle. "Lesson learned?" she asked, softly, wondering if it really was, but knowing that she could take that away as something she could think on and accept to help her try to get over this. She was still upset, still hurt, but if she knew he could actually make the effort to stop being so stupid...

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[stupid_toasters]

He shook his head. "Wasn't meant for learning a lesson. Not for me, anyway."

Re: Front Desk -- Afternoon/Evening Shift -- 08/17.

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah frowned deeply, trying not to allow herself to feel disappointed in that answer, but she did. "Just because that wasn't what it was meant for one," she told him, "doesn't mean one still couldn't have been learned."