[These long pauses are getting ridiculous, but Engie goes quiet again anyway. He stares down Medic for another moment. If he wasn't wearing goggles, you could see the gears start turning in his head. He's thinking. Wondering. Good job, Medic, you're successfully nudging him in the right direction.
He doesn't voice it, though. Just as abruptly, he shakes his head. He looks around, like he suddenly remembers where he was and what he was doing. Heslips off the counter, letting his bag trail behind him and hit his hip. Don't worry, he's not leaving.]
Sorry for the sob story there. I'll work it out.
[Especially after what Medic already shared. He doesn't want to one-up it. He's just a long-winded storyteller. But now: an abrupt subject change! Because he's not feeling the sudden awkwardness of dumping his family problems out on a co-worker! Nope!!!!!]
Evie's up at my place now, while her husband's on assignment. Next time we get back to the states, maybe y'all can meet her and the kid.
B.
... Okay. Yeah. No.
[Oh yeah. He sees it. He knows what it is near-immediately, and snatches the needle about as quickly as Medic produces it. He'd put it in his pocket if he had the cap, but he doesn't feel like stabbing himself through his overalls.]
Look, doc. You better get left, 'cause you ain't right.
[Engie sighs. He nudges Medic on the shoulder again, this time trying to force him to turn around.]
no subject
[These long pauses are getting ridiculous, but Engie goes quiet again anyway. He stares down Medic for another moment. If he wasn't wearing goggles, you could see the gears start turning in his head. He's thinking. Wondering. Good job, Medic, you're successfully nudging him in the right direction.
He doesn't voice it, though. Just as abruptly, he shakes his head. He looks around, like he suddenly remembers where he was and what he was doing. Heslips off the counter, letting his bag trail behind him and hit his hip. Don't worry, he's not leaving.]
Sorry for the sob story there. I'll work it out.
[Especially after what Medic already shared. He doesn't want to one-up it. He's just a long-winded storyteller. But now: an abrupt subject change! Because he's not feeling the sudden awkwardness of dumping his family problems out on a co-worker! Nope!!!!!]
Evie's up at my place now, while her husband's on assignment. Next time we get back to the states, maybe y'all can meet her and the kid.
B.
... Okay. Yeah. No.
[Oh yeah. He sees it. He knows what it is near-immediately, and snatches the needle about as quickly as Medic produces it. He'd put it in his pocket if he had the cap, but he doesn't feel like stabbing himself through his overalls.]
Look, doc. You better get left, 'cause you ain't right.
[Engie sighs. He nudges Medic on the shoulder again, this time trying to force him to turn around.]
We're lyin' down. C'mon.