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[dr_de_silva]

[oom: Holby's medic of little confidence steps onto the ice. canon update]

Toby is currently wishing he'd never gone on rotation.

He's currently post mortum-ing his day over and over again in his mind. So much guilt. If he could turn back time... he'd just have to watch himself being as stupid again.

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[jackpotcharlie]

Charlie's been watching this man's apparent playback of memory--from the outside at least, watching one regret a moment is a familiar sight when you've done it yourself. And, as he does have an inkling on how to stall the feelings of guilt he can see on Toby's face, he leans over and gives him a friendly smile.

"Buy you a drink?" Alcohol solves all. it is truth.

[dr_de_silva]

Toby looks up and smiles slightly.

"Yes please. Thanks."

[jackpotcharlie]

"Charlie. What's your pleasure?" The way he's smiling could turn that into an invitation, but really he's just offering to help him numb himself a bit.

[dr_de_silva]

"Toby de Silva, and a beer please."