Kid. Now there's something new, no grandpa jokes from the peanut gallery.
"You're a doctor not a therapist, I get it," he says. He still sounds curt, but he straightens his shoulders and looks at McCoy respectfully. "Look, I'm -- I'm new to all this 'alternate version' stuff. My partner told me there was a Steph Rogers here. I haven't seen her, because frankly I'm not sure what to say to her. But if having me around makes life difficult, then I'll keep my distance."
He moves his fingers against the biobed, like he's longing for a pencil or a piece of charcoal. It's a nervous tic, one he probably won't grow out of. "Thanks for the warning."
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"You're a doctor not a therapist, I get it," he says. He still sounds curt, but he straightens his shoulders and looks at McCoy respectfully. "Look, I'm -- I'm new to all this 'alternate version' stuff. My partner told me there was a Steph Rogers here. I haven't seen her, because frankly I'm not sure what to say to her. But if having me around makes life difficult, then I'll keep my distance."
He moves his fingers against the biobed, like he's longing for a pencil or a piece of charcoal. It's a nervous tic, one he probably won't grow out of. "Thanks for the warning."