[ Fingering through a line of DVDs, he plucks one out and holds it up: Die Hard. ]
This work?
[ And as for games, he flicks on the TV and grabs the controllers, dropping one onto Scott's lap. He brings up the installed games with a wide variety. ]
Racing, fighting, zombies, Lego. [ With a sheepish shrug of a shoulder. ] Don't do a whole lot of sleeping, so there's a little of everything on there.
[ He can do that. He lets himself get lost in the fighting, doing his fair share of smack talk. But, he does lose the first round. He hasn't played in weeks... ]
[ So, he's lost his girlfriend and technically despite never being official, his boyfriend, and his mother all in the same week. So, he's going to try and sound professional and not like a seventeen year old who just lost his mother and two people he probably loved. (One he loved, one he could've grown to love. ]
Hey Clint, it's Scott. Just checking in. It was a rough curse. [ Dangerous. ] But, I'm okay and so are my friends.
So, the clinic is almost done. And you said you wanted to help if you could. When it was up and running. So, let me know if you're still interested?
Not sure if to be flattered or offended, but you should know I'm as good gentle as I am rough. You need me to pull out the old nurse outfit and head over there?
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