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[Once he gets past the urge to just spew apologies, once he feels a little less like tearing his hair out, he gets on the network.]

You know, I don't remember if I ever said anything about it. But there's an animal clinic on board. [He holds up a set of keys, jingles them.] That's what those keys were, a while ago. I've got some experience working in one so, um. If anything happens, I've got stuff for splints and vaccines and worms and stuff. Since it'd be really easy for one to infect a whole bunch, you know?

[He pauses, because he remembers how people said apologies were unnecessary, that flood-selves weren't real, but like before, it just feels necessary, just to get it off his chest.]

And I'm sorry I was so...I'm just sorry.

[Private to Daneca]

You especially.

[Private to Jack]

So that's got to be, like, the worst thing to get paired off of, right? [WORST BEHIND THEM THOUGH right? right?]

[Private to Iris and Bruce, separately]

And thanks. For not letting me do something...really bad.

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[He thinks Alana probably needs more than a straightforward apology, though he's not sure why. Something tells him she doesn't really have friends here, and while it's kind of weird trying to be a friend to someone who could be, like, a school therapist or counselor or something, he also thinks it'd be nice to know that someone's thinking of you.

Or something. He's seriously not over thinking it.

So eventually, Scott makes his way to her door, knocking. He knows there's a dog in there.]

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Sure. [He smiles down at Winston, and steps past them both inside.] He's pretty good. Do you mind if I give him one? [Such a good boy.]

[Alana lets Winston go who is now crowding right up to Scott and sitting. She laughs a little as she closes the door.]

I don't think he's going to give you a choice.

Yeah, guess not. [He opens the baggie, pulls one of the treats out. Then he leans forward, and his eyes glow, just a little, just briefly. He's in charge, so Winston better listen.]

Easy, [he mumbles, in that tone people always take when they're talking to animals. He waits until Winston straightens his head, then balances the treat on the top side of his nose. Scott straightens slowly, holding up a finger, murmuring,] Wait, waiiit...

[Then he smiles, drops his hand.] Eat up.

[Winston doesn't need to be told twice to happily eat up and he gobbles the right up. Alana is equal parts impressed and amused.]

I see why you're in charge of the animal clinic. Can I get you anything?

[She motions in the direction of the kitchen.]

[He gives Winston a couple vigorous scratches behind the ears.]

Um...soda? Pepsi, if you have it. I'm fine if not, I mean, I just came to drop these off.

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And see how you're doing.

How I'm doing?

[Alana arches a brow as she opens the fridge and takes out a soda for Scott. Setting it on the counter, it clicks.]

Oh. You're referring to the-- Scott, it's fine. [She waves a hand as she gets a glass and starts pouring the soda for him.] I've had worse days. You weren't yourself.

[He follows to the kitchen, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging.]

Everyone's been cool about it. I keep waiting for someone not to be.

[Alana slides the glass over to Scott.]

Well, as far as I know, you didn't actually hurt anyone. And this tends to be a fairly forgiving bunch all things considered.

[She puts the rest of the soda away in the fridge.]

So, I'd say you don't have too much to worry about as long as you can forgive yourself.

Kind of easier said than done, don't you think? [He smiles, a little self-depreciating, and picks up the glass to roll in his hands.] I mean. I guess there's nothing to forgive myself for.

[Much easier said than done.]

[Alana smiles.]

That's right. So be easy on yourself.

I'll try. [Soda totally helps. At least he's not blaming himself so hard he's dying from puncture wounds or something. Scott your future,I swear.]

Was the flood okay for you? Besides, you know, jerk-me.

[Alana smiles a little. Really, Scott was nothing compared to what was waiting for her after the flood.]

It was a nice break, honestly.

Really? [He leans forward on the counter.] How come? I mean, how were you affected?

[Alana shakes her head a little.]

I didn't remember anything about this place. There was a lot less to think about.

What, like day one? My first day was zombies. Well, a zombie. So. Totally jealous.

Well, I don't know if I would be. That flood's not exactly something I'd want to walk into without much of an idea about how this place works.

Yeah, I guess. I still can't figure out what that flood was. It was like, a whole bunch all at once or something.

I'm just glad it seems like no one was hurt. A lot more could have gone wrong with everyone than just a few bad attitudes or confusion about where and who they were.

Tell me about it. [He drops his face into his hands for just a few seconds.] I guess it's a good thing Bruce was scary on the other Barge. I didn't really want to get on Hulk's bad side.

[Alana smiles and gives a small nod.]

Well, that's one way of looking at it.

It's like, kind of positive thinking, right?

[He guzzles most of what's left of the soda.]

Hey, did you ever get volunteers? Or - I dunno, do you still call them clients if they're not paying?

[There's a small laugh.]

There is such a thing as pro bono, Scott. [She nods though.] I've had a few express interest and show up to their appointments.

Pro what? [At least he didn't think it had something to do with U2, right?]

Pro bono. It's Latin that means 'for good.' It's what we call clients that we're willing to see without charge.

Oh. That's pretty cool. I didn't know people did that.

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