“Happens all the time. I’ll                              be fine in a se–”

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[-- Foals - Inhaler --]

from here

  It was quite an annoyance. Having expected to come in   and be able to continue his research only to be told they   had a different assignment for him. Not an assignment for   him, per say. But for one of the interns. One that he would   be having to supervise. Guide on their research. Something   he did not look forward to doing. He'd never been the social   type. He enjoyed his solitude. Solitude provided focus. Which   aided in his research. Patients he could deal with to a point.   But students? Interns? Co-workers? He didn't much enjoy   dealing with them. Didn't like dealing with their judgement.   Their questions. But more than anything, he did not like   suffering through their ignorance. Their lack of understanding. 

  Regardless, he wouldn't argue with their decision. He was   probably the only one qualified. Well, there were others, but   none as exceptional as he was. He was top of his field. Anyone   under him would likely either rise in their intellectual standing or   end up dropping the internship completely. 

  So despite his reluctance, he made his way toward his office,   where he knew they'd be waiting. His shadow. However, upon   arrival, he found himself finding himself a bit more interested than   he previously expected. 

     (( Matt stood at the cross walk, waiting for the traffic to halt before crossing. It was hard to pay attention to the exhaust clouded streets when the women next to him smelled so strongly of sweet flowers. If there was one thing that could be more distracting than a airplane with a hundred elevated heart beats, it was have to be the scent of flowers. 

Roses, carnations,  Callas, daffodils, coxcombs and orchids.  And those were the only ones he could name. Matt found himself  trying to picture to field and fresh air that such flowers must have  grown in. He was snapped out of thought by a grip placed around his arm. “uh, yeah?” ))