Francis gave a muffled, bitter laugh at Camilla's little wolf joke, cutting himself off with the cigarette that he hurriedly put to his lips. He leaned over to light it on her wand, his fingers trembling slightly. Thank goodness for cigarettes, anyway; he inhaled and immediately felt the slightly calming tide of the nicotine wash over him. It wasn't a great deal of help, but it was some. He thought he might like to drink.
"He might have," he muttered around the cigarette. "He certainly didn't help with the sting. I had to all but beg Dr. Suresh. It was really pretty despicable." He decided not to mention that this was because Mohinder had insisted that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. Doctors.
"Honestly. You don't have anything to drink, do you?" He inhaled again, sighing heavily. "How have things been here, anyway? Tell me everything."
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Date: 2007-09-11 04:29 am (UTC)"He might have," he muttered around the cigarette. "He certainly didn't help with the sting. I had to all but beg Dr. Suresh. It was really pretty despicable." He decided not to mention that this was because Mohinder had insisted that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. Doctors.
"Honestly. You don't have anything to drink, do you?" He inhaled again, sighing heavily. "How have things been here, anyway? Tell me everything."