I won't ask you to go drink for drink with me, then. [Not that he's in a mood to lose himself to alcohol now, but still.] But I'd be delighted to invite myself over for a coffee. [He takes a sip of his drink with an easy smirk.] I can only hope it'll be half as good as your nurse's.
[The laughter doesn't help the colour go away - quite the opposite in fact - and he takes a much larger sip to try (and fail) to hide the fact of it.]
S-still, it was- unbelievably rude of me, I-I-I should have made more of an attempt to ask-- [if he'd thought to bring John with him then he would have known immediately and he's fucking mortified.] I can certainly stop intruding on your time like this- shit--
[That comes from him trying to get to his feet and immediately whacking a shin into the table in his haste to make less of an idiot of himself.]
[Honestly, he's not even mad he hit the table: the shock of pain is a moment of clarity to cut through his flustered panicking, and he chuckles sheepishly as he hears the table get readjusted.]
Right, right, I-I know that, I just... Christ, I don't know.
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I won't ask you to go drink for drink with me, then. [Not that he's in a mood to lose himself to alcohol now, but still.] But I'd be delighted to invite myself over for a coffee. [He takes a sip of his drink with an easy smirk.] I can only hope it'll be half as good as your nurse's.
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Not that I mind.
[He taps the table softly.]
But come by for coffee tomorrow and I will change your life.
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Fuck-- I-I'm so sorry, doctor, I didn't even consider--
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S-still, it was- unbelievably rude of me, I-I-I should have made more of an attempt to ask-- [if he'd thought to bring John with him then he would have known immediately and he's fucking mortified.] I can certainly stop intruding on your time like this- shit--
[That comes from him trying to get to his feet and immediately whacking a shin into the table in his haste to make less of an idiot of himself.]
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He rights the table and reaches for the glass to keep it from tumbling.]
Good lord, Arthur, I've worn this a dozen times to the gym for my lessons with Dimitri.
You're not intruding.
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Right, right, I-I know that, I just... Christ, I don't know.
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[He stands up with a soft laugh, gathering the glasses and taking them to the side to wash later.]
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[There's no bite, just bashful exasperation.]
Excuse me for not having any reason prior to this to try and imagine you in your damn pyjamas. You did this to me, you twit.
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Jesus.
[He chuckles, leaning on the desk, gritting his teeth for a moment as he tries not to think about Arthur imagining him in his night clothes.
What a fucking mess. Goddammit.]
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[And now he's back to laughing, to teasing, to not worrying about anything more than taunting the shit out of a friend.]
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I work in the fucking wardrobe, doctor!
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[Sheehan is cool and calm as he is in all things, but he is smirking behind his words.]