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[saves_the_world]

It seemed like forever since Peter had last worked his shift in the clinic. In some ways, it was. For nearly two months he had lost himself and he wouldn't ever get that time back. Yes, he did remember the things he'd done during those two months he had lost his memory. However, he hadn't been himself. Gwen had been so incredibly strong during

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[visibleclaude]

"Well don't you just look like a pig in shite," Claude said, walking into the clinic. Of course, despite the sarcastic greeting, he actually seemed to be in good spirits, in his own way. He might not be grinning like Peter, but it would be easy to think he was actually in a good mood.

[saves_the_world]

Setting the folder he'd been flipping through down on the counter, Peter swiveled his gaze toward Claude. The greeting made him snort a little. Claude always managed to make a compliment sound insulting at the same time. At least he still had that talent on the island.

"Hello to you, too, Claude," Peter said dryly. Then he affected an expression of innocent expectation. "What's your medical emergency? Or did you come all the way up here just to tell me that?"

[visibleclaude]

"Actually I came all the way up here for coffee, but then I saw you in the doorway and couldn't resist the opportunity to get under your skin. Why, you think I look sick?"

[saves_the_world]

Flipping the folder shut, Peter gave him a grave look, completely with wide, dark eyes and everything. "I think you look terrible. Maybe your attitude's catching up with your health, huh?" Peter ducked his chin to hide the smirk, but only a little.