The sight of the hard hat was a welcome one by this point, and Guy smiled as Claude emerged from the hallway, right on time. Unfortunately, that expression soon fell away when he realized just how tired Claude looked. In fact, that was a pattern that he'd been vaguely aware of since the Doyleton trip yesterday, and he didn't like the implications.
Even though Guy had been through the thought process already, he once again was second-guessing himself. Maybe Claude was sick after all, but Guy just didn't like the idea that his friend wouldn't have mentioned it until now.
Delivering the news about Okita would need to wait a few more minutes, it seemed. Guy pushed off of the wall and gave Claude a more probing stare. "Hey," he said, though his tone made it clear that he was distracted, that something like a greeting was more or less the last thing on his mind at the moment. "How are you feeling?"
If it turned out Claude was sick after all, at least they'd be able to kill two birds with one stone. Guy just didn't like the thought of the two people he worked with most closely here being ill, even if there was supposedly some kind of cure.
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Even though Guy had been through the thought process already, he once again was second-guessing himself. Maybe Claude was sick after all, but Guy just didn't like the idea that his friend wouldn't have mentioned it until now.
Delivering the news about Okita would need to wait a few more minutes, it seemed. Guy pushed off of the wall and gave Claude a more probing stare. "Hey," he said, though his tone made it clear that he was distracted, that something like a greeting was more or less the last thing on his mind at the moment. "How are you feeling?"
If it turned out Claude was sick after all, at least they'd be able to kill two birds with one stone. Guy just didn't like the thought of the two people he worked with most closely here being ill, even if there was supposedly some kind of cure.