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It's been one of those days. New consultant (Ex-army, not the warmest fluffy bunny of characters). Bizarre incident involving a patient and a fork. And, to top it off, getting a trolley shoved into him as he was about to go home and escape the mad bleeding drunken people. Why the man couldn't have chosen a more civilised way to escape law enforcement, he doesn't know. Not like anyone would have noticed him if he'd just walked out the building instead.

So he's sitting with tea, nursing a side-of-trolley-height bruise on his side and wondering whether it would be unethical to parcel tape irritating patients to something solid during treatment.

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"Well, don't you just look in a sparkly-happy-joy mood," Atton says lightly, raising an eyebrow as he heads over. "Bad day, or is my Super Mood Sense off?"

"New consultant told me off and a patient shoved a trolley into me, other than that fine." Guppy says, trying not to be too sulky and morose.

"How are you?"

"Why'd she tell you off? And I'm good," He shrugs. "Nobody's shoved a trolley into me, at least. Worst thing I had to deal with today was leg cramps."

"One of the nurses persuaded me to give a suppository for her. I took pity on her and did it, but Andrea was annoyed because it was a nurse's job. Not that it would really have taken long if I'd just done it."

A head tilt. "Leg cramps?"

"Eh, just sounds like she's throwing a tantrum to make sure everyone knows she's boss," He shrugs, again. "Probably best to ignore her. That said, I've seen worse methods."

"And yeah, just a side effect of spending too long in a cramped cockpit. There's a reason most pilots are short."

"I didn't know you were flying at the moment." Guppy says, sipping his tea.

"And probably yes. Seems to have a Thing with one of the paramedics too."

"Well, I'm not anymore. I landed to get some rest," Headtilt. "A Thing?"

"A Thing." Guppy confirms. "As in a past Thing that may be a present Thing."

"Well, good for them, I suppose."

"Not so good for his girlfriend. Or the level of staff hormones."

He can so talk.

"Ouch. Well, she'll get over it, probably."

"Bit of a shock though. I'm not really sure what he sees in Andrea. Cyd should have stuck with me when she had the chance."

A smile and a shrug, because he knows it wasn't going to work.

"Yeah, well, we all make mistakes. Unless you're me, everything I do is right," Sage nodding. "And hey, maybe she'll go back to you now."

"I don't want to be just the second option." Guppy says, regaining a shred of dignity besides his recent discovery of a sex drive.

"If she wasn't interested before, there's no reason why she should be now."

"Ah, well, plenty more bantha in the Dune Sea."

"Yeah. I guess I should stop looking at people at work."

"Why's that? Apart from the fact that I'm starting to think your job's more dangerous than war."

"Because work relationships can be complicated professionally."

Beat. "Actually I heard an NHS worker gets attacked every seven minutes in the UK, so it probably is quite dangerous compared with war."

"Yeah, but only if they go badly, right? The relationships, not the attacks."

"Well yeah, I guess. But I can't remember the last one that went well."

"Eh, well, it's not as if there's any shortage of metaphorical bantha outside of work."

"Yeah, but I work weird hours and it's hard to find them."

"There's always the bar."

"I'm not sure. Interdimentional relationships are even harder than work ones."

"Yeah, but at least y'have time for them," Beat. "'Course, I say this as the man dating somebody four millenia into my future, I'm a bit biased in their favour."

A head tilt.

"I didn't know you were dating. Anyone I know?"

"Doubtful. Gavin Darklighter - My height, dark hair, goatee, tendancy to blush a lot?"

Guppy shakes his head.

"Nope, don't know him, but I'll have to keep an eye out now."

"Somehow, that fills me with fear," Atton says absently. "Not quite as bad as Sam keeping an eye out for him, but close, close."

"Why, what do you think I'd do?"

"I don't know, but as you're pure, undiluted, diet evil, I've no doubt it'd be something diabolical," Bright grin. "Just don't tell him about any injuries I've had. He was a tiny bit angry that I didn't tell him about the stabbing and beating up."

"Me? Diluted evil?"

A frown at Atton. "You've been seeing Gavin since before then and didn't think he'd like to know when I asked you 'Do you want anyone contacting'?"

"No, I didn't," A little defensively. "Because all he'd've done is worry about it. Besides, it was more than a little bit humiliating, y'know?"

"And yeah, undiluted evil. Y'can almost see the great, dark wings and the horns if you tilt your head and squint a bit."

"There's no humiliation in getting hurt Atton." Guppy says quietly.

Sulkily: "I know that."

"Then what are you having a go at me for? People care about you Atton. I tried to hide away everything that happens to me but if you do either you explode or people just worry more because they don't know."

"Guppy, it's not a big deal. People'll survive if I don't tell them when I get hurt."

A shrug. "Well okay. I suppose at least if you get mangled I'll know anyway."

"Yeah. If I come into the bar when I do, y'know."

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