"Of course, Sloan. How could you be anything but perfect, all the time?" Jackson asked, doing his best to hide the smirk that was threatening to split across his face. He had to admit, though, that Mark was a damn good surgeon, and Jackson considered himself incredibly lucky to have been taken under the man's wing when he was a resident. "Yeah, but then we'd still have to answer all the stupid questions and there'd probably be even more of them. That would be horrible for all of us." Jackson gave a mock curtsey at this. "I'll wear the title with pride."
"Atta boy." Mark replied, jokingly, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. There was a reason he and Avery got along so well; and Avery's willingness to go along with his ideas and his jokes was half of that reason. Mark thought for a moment about Jackson's words, mulling over whether or not it would be worth it. "Okay, but, there might be more stupid questions but at least we would know they were coming and would mostly be able to get them out of the way. I don't know, Avery, it might be worth it." Mark mused.





















