He is, hovering nervously with a sad little bunch of flowers because they'd wilted in the car back from town. He tugs a little at the collar of his shirt, uncomfortable, but wanting to make an effort. He nods absent-mindedly to one of the other orderlies from the hospital, shifting from foot to foot.
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Date: 2011-08-13 11:49 am (UTC)