Venkman had been too caught up in actually making progress with a patient for once to test out the PKE Meter. On any other day, this kind of progress would've made him feel self-satisfied, and he would've treated himself to a nice big snack for desert after lunch. As it was, though, the continued presence of the military and the looming possibility of conspiracy only left him feeling more ambivalent about what he was doing. So what if he could actually pin down some helpful points with a patient? Did it really matter so much when they were in the middle of Operation Tailwind here?
Though, he was still having that desert, goddamnit. If anything he deserved it more on a day like today.
He wasn't normally one to hang around with the other doctors on his lunch. More often than not, he ended up chatting up the nurses while walking and stretching his legs, nodding in the direction of his colleagues, and then heading back to eat lunch in the relative comfort of his office. It wasn't any fault of the doctors themselves (though, a couple of them had weirded Venkman out, including the hippie-haired Disraeli and the underaged Yumeno), It was just the fact that he had colleagues other than Ray or Egon that didn't sit well with him. Today, though, he had a feeling that socializing would do him more good than it usually did. The others had to have something to say about all that had gone on today, as well as all the other shit that they had to put up with on a regular basis.
Up on the patio, there was only one other staff member already there. Wilson, wasn't it? He hadn't really paid much attention to names after initial introductions. He hadn't seemed like a bad guy just from a first impression, though.
Venkman made his way over with his lunch (home-packed; with all his recent suspicions, the idea of eating Institute-provided food left him with a funny feeling in his gut). He didn't sit right next to Wilson, but did take a nearby seat, across and one chair down. He let silence hang between them for a few moments as he opened up a pastrami sandwich and started in on it. After a few bites, he spoke up: "Some weather we're having, huh?" From his tone of voice and a cock of his head back toward the building, it was clear that Venkman wasn't talking about meteorological phenomena.
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Though, he was still having that desert, goddamnit. If anything he deserved it more on a day like today.
He wasn't normally one to hang around with the other doctors on his lunch. More often than not, he ended up chatting up the nurses while walking and stretching his legs, nodding in the direction of his colleagues, and then heading back to eat lunch in the relative comfort of his office. It wasn't any fault of the doctors themselves (though, a couple of them had weirded Venkman out, including the hippie-haired Disraeli and the underaged Yumeno), It was just the fact that he had colleagues other than Ray or Egon that didn't sit well with him. Today, though, he had a feeling that socializing would do him more good than it usually did. The others had to have something to say about all that had gone on today, as well as all the other shit that they had to put up with on a regular basis.
Up on the patio, there was only one other staff member already there. Wilson, wasn't it? He hadn't really paid much attention to names after initial introductions. He hadn't seemed like a bad guy just from a first impression, though.
Venkman made his way over with his lunch (home-packed; with all his recent suspicions, the idea of eating Institute-provided food left him with a funny feeling in his gut). He didn't sit right next to Wilson, but did take a nearby seat, across and one chair down. He let silence hang between them for a few moments as he opened up a pastrami sandwich and started in on it. After a few bites, he spoke up: "Some weather we're having, huh?" From his tone of voice and a cock of his head back toward the building, it was clear that Venkman wasn't talking about meteorological phenomena.