[ his lips are a thin line as he continues to avert his gaze. dammit. ]

...Deal.

[ it's too bad he can't really tell what expression daan's wearing at the moment, but it's probably not good. he plants his chin on his open palm with a sigh. ]

Sorry, Doc. I can be honest about one thing though, and it's that I'm exhausted as hell. More of my coworkers started showing up here, first off.