[Emma was just wrapping up the (mercifully) last of her appointments for the day when the familiar chime of her e-mail inbox dragged her attention to her computer screen. It was from Rosie; she was stuck across town and wasn't expecting to make it back for a while. To anyone else this might appear to a seemingly innocent and, admittedly, useless e-mail. But Emma could read between the lines pretty easily...
Go check on the Doc.
Welp. She was hoping to head down there anyway, to be honest. So she did. His simple greeting is expected--hell, sometimes she doesn't get one at all. But then odd inflection at the end of last sentence implies that he really has no idea at all. Oh, so it was one of those days.] Yeah, I guess that table we shared at lunch might seem like a while ago...[She plops into a chair] What're you working on?
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omg doccah yer a mess...smh
Date: 2013-08-23 06:15 am (UTC)Go check on the Doc.
Welp. She was hoping to head down there anyway, to be honest. So she did. His simple greeting is expected--hell, sometimes she doesn't get one at all. But then odd inflection at the end of last sentence implies that he really has no idea at all. Oh, so it was one of those days.] Yeah, I guess that table we shared at lunch might seem like a while ago...[She plops into a chair] What're you working on?