The white shirt and gray sweater he’d been given hung loosely around his slim frame. The small items residing in the pocket of his new sweatpants. He’d decided to keep wearing them. At least his sweater, he liked how it covered his whole upper body. The male had submissively made his bed and was now strolling down the corridors, exploring. When he found someone in the hallway, blocking his way. “Uhm- Excuse me. Can I pass through?” He mumbled in his British accent.
When he heard Peter’s small voice, Hatchman was using the tip of his shoe to rub a rag against he floor to get rid of a suspicious looking stain. He was smiling before he even turned around and quickly kicked the rag out of the way before spinning to face Peter. “Hello! Mr. Peter Sandleford, how are you finding your new home?” He beamed as he grabbed the younger man’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Are the other patients treating you well?”
