He works the hat around in his hands, fingers walking along the brim, glancing from her to the bed and back again before slouching over to the bed and sliding up onto it. The hat goes down beside him, and after a second of not knowing what to do with them, he puts his palms on his thighs. "Don't exactly see the doctor, much."
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He works the hat around in his hands, fingers walking along the brim, glancing from her to the bed and back again before slouching over to the bed and sliding up onto it. The hat goes down beside him, and after a second of not knowing what to do with them, he puts his palms on his thighs. "Don't exactly see the doctor, much."
Or, you know. Ever.