it does not bother me to say this isn't love
What is the doctor doing out on a night like this? Why isn't she in her office as she usually is, up to her ears in paperwork, fretting over some new case or other, and hiding from Nurse Milligan? Well, because she's run out of wine, of course.
With two bottles in a bag at her side and an oversized and ill-fitting sweater to keep her warm if not dry, it's only Tobi's innate need to help that shakes her from her Finn-induced stupor at the sight of Locke. Gods knew most people wouldn't be so kind, given the wide berth the midnight stragglers were giving him. "Hey—" She calls, her voice soft as if Locke is some animal that might spook at her approach. Nearing, she can smell the alcohol as it wafts off of him, which is both a relief as much as it's a concern. "I don't think that building needs your help holding it up." Tobi adds with a warm chuckle as she nods her head toward where Locke's hand is pressed against the wall.
With two bottles in a bag at her side and an oversized and ill-fitting sweater to keep her warm if not dry, it's only Tobi's innate need to help that shakes her from her Finn-induced stupor at the sight of Locke. Gods knew most people wouldn't be so kind, given the wide berth the midnight stragglers were giving him. "Hey—" She calls, her voice soft as if Locke is some animal that might spook at her approach. Nearing, she can smell the alcohol as it wafts off of him, which is both a relief as much as it's a concern. "I don't think that building needs your help holding it up." Tobi adds with a warm chuckle as she nods her head toward where Locke's hand is pressed against the wall.
October
