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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.

[Spam for Alana]

[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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Yeah, well. Thanks. Again. [He shakes his head at himself, pushes off of the counter.]

Thanks for the soda. Let me know if you run out of the treats, I've got more in the clinic.

[Alana shakes her head at his thanks.]

Sure thing. I'm sure Winston wouldn't mind.

Winston's going to get crazy spoiled if he doesn't look out.

[The dog in question is now trotting over because he's heard his name twice. Hello.]

You say that like he isn't already.

[Scott crouches to rub Winston's ears, grinning at him.] That's okay. Spoiled dogs are still fun.

[Winston would fist-pump if he could make a fist and do this thing, but as it is, he'll just wag his tail enthusiastically.]

You won't hear any arguments here.

[omg fist pumping winston, this image is not a problem. Scott makes all the appropriate dog loving sounds.] He's a good dog. You trained him really well.

[Eventually, good things must end, and he rises to smile over at Alana.]

See you around?

[She didn't train Winston. Will did. Or maybe his previous owners. But most likely Will. Alana doesn't bother to correct him though and keeps her smile in perfect place.]

Absolutely. [She leads him over to the door, opening it for him.] Take care of yourself.

Cool. [He smiles, steps out and waves to Winston, then her.] You too. Later.

[And he heads off down the hall, with some of the weight taken off his shoulders. It's a great feeling.]

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