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[asher tripp goldman]

Asher bit his lip, looking over at her as she started to ask questions again. "I followed three. And you. Because I didn't see a point in standing behind the girl at the desk." He rubbed at an eye before he started messing with his wedding band again.

"The staff didn't make me uncomfortable, no." He said, looking down at his shoes again. He made a mental note to get a new pair after he left here. His were looking really old. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember buying any new clothes after Jourdan and Tripp died. She always helped him choose his clothes and shoes. He tapped his foot to a song playing in his head, nodding his head to the beat only he heard. Which was one of the reasons he didn't sit down. He wasn't very attentive when he was sitting.

[aidan grace smith]

Aidan watched him curiously, taking side notes as she watched his behavior. "What about the kids? Parents?" She asked. Her hand still scribbling the last little bit he had said. Something popped up on her computer, a sigh rolled across her lips as she turned to answer it. The hospital needed the file on a patient. "Hmm.." Her voice hummed quietly, her legs pushing the chair away from her desk. "Thank you, Asher, for your suggestion."

She smiled as she walked over toward the door, opening it gently. "We'll see how it plays out tomorrow. You may leave now. Have a nice day," But instead of backing away from the door, she walked out and to the front desk. Looking back at Asher in case he had any questions. the nurses Asher had worked with brought over the reports, sitting them down on the counter while Aidan searched for the file. She waved bye as he passed by her.

[asher tripp goldman]

"I'm not obliged to answer that on account of the fact that I may never see those people again and if I do, it will be under the same impersonal circumstances." He said as if he were reading it off a cue card. He knew when he got into nursing his tattoos, lip ring, and stretched ears were going to be a problem. But considering his ears weren't stretched very far -no bigger than the lobe was originally- and his piercing could be taken out, it was his tattoos that served to be a problem.

He got up and followed her out, pulling his lip ring out of his pocket. He slipped it back in, raising his hand in a wave as he passed her. He pulled open the door, walking out with his head down. He was used to being the outcast, stuck somewhere he didn't even belong. But where he belonged he couldn't be anymore.