Cuteness

Aaron took another swig of water, more to keep his hands busy than to quench his thirst. Thinking a moment, he shook his head slowly. "You keep talking about potential and having a life." His tone wasn't angry this time. Just... sad maybe. "But what potential? Being a desk jockey? What life? Winding up like Gage in a dingy apartment with nothing to show for his hard work?" 

He turned his head to rest it against the wall while looking at Sam. "I haven't forgotten Rick's diagnosis, ya know. Or JT's either. It doesn't look good for my leg, no matter how hard I work at it, and that's a fact. So tell me... where would I fit?"


Scott yawned and shook his head a little. "Sleep is... not productive," he mumbled. Try as he might though, he couldn't fight it, and soon had fallen asleep...

...It was an hour later when his eyes opened again. Waking to a flourish of data, he cringed. He needed to figure out how to control this upgrade so he could avoid such painful encounters. 

Licking his dry lips, he glanced to the side to see Hope still there as promised. "I know you have far more important things to do than sit here," he commented just a bit groggily. "I should go home so you can actually get some work done."

He looked at his arm and followed the IV tube up to the hanging bag that was almost empty. "Besides... looks like my tank is full."


As Hunter took another bite of sandwich, Ryan's comment made his eyes go wide. He could feel his cheeks turning warm again too, and he shook his head as a grin emerged. He kept his eyes on one of the kittens, rather than Ryan. "I am so not touching that one," he teased. 

He finally glanced up at her, the humor dancing in his eyes. Whether she'd realized the double meaning of what she'd said or not, he did find it amusing. "So... what kind of card game are we gonna play anyway? Unless you just want to sit and cuddle the cuteness all afternoon." He paused and bit his lip, trying to hide his smile, but it wasn't working. "The kittens, that is."