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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"Guess that's true." He shrugs, trying to will the knots in his stomach to untie.

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"Oh, like I don't have reason to be angry," he grumbles, feeling less angry than... completely defeated.

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"Why the fuck would I think it was my fault?" he asks, feeling his blood pressure spike.

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"Yeah well... wrong guess." He looks at the doctor sideways, like he's crazy.

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John doesn't catch the look, looking down at his boots with a sigh instead.

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"I'll never be pretty again," he says seriously, gesturing to his nose. He's given up on it not being a crooked mess by now.

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"Yeah well.. you just may be the only doctor left I can trust." Another grumble. Another sigh.