#f2f?

Mac sat in the clinic, compulsively checking his watch, tapping his fingers against his leg, wishing it wouldn’t look weird to flick open a swiss army knife and start whittling away at the wooden arm of the waiting room chair he was sitting in. It was a fucking STD screen exam, not a goddamn colonoscopy. Still, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed. And since he was at a free clinic, he’d been waiting for about forty-five minutes now. His coffee was long since cold, but it was better than nothing, and he needed something to occupy him.

[summons Bor to help fight off the stress and release the serotonin from its clutches]

[PM] After wanting to potentially commit bodily harm to some of these residents who seem to make it their life goal to be idiotic children and ruin everyone else's time I need to see you now for certain. I need you to calm me down, which you seem able to do with your very distracting presence. This is a sincere request and one that needs your immediate response.

Text: /YOU/ snore.

I want to.

PM: I hope not because I really missed you.