it does not bother me to say this isn't love
"You did, yes." Tobi confirms from beneath one of Locke's arms. Her own twine around him, trying to hold him steady as best she can, all the while noticing that he's either sober enough to realize he still needs to hold his own weight, or just intrinsically thoughtful. Given their conversation thus far, she thinks it's probably the former.
'Great! Come on then.' The hand that's pressed against his chest gives him a light pat as she tries to nudge him in the direction of the Tower. As Locke snarls and stumbles, he nearly tugs Tobi with him. {asy}"Oop, come on. Eyes up." Her tone borders on professional now—Locke by no means being the first unsteady patient she's had to deal with—which perhaps explains why she's able to so easily take his abrasive demeanour in stride.
"Nope. A doctor. Which means as a dragoon, you'll probably be seeing a lot of me." She replies with a cheerful laugh.
'Great! Come on then.' The hand that's pressed against his chest gives him a light pat as she tries to nudge him in the direction of the Tower. As Locke snarls and stumbles, he nearly tugs Tobi with him. {asy}"Oop, come on. Eyes up." Her tone borders on professional now—Locke by no means being the first unsteady patient she's had to deal with—which perhaps explains why she's able to so easily take his abrasive demeanour in stride.
"Nope. A doctor. Which means as a dragoon, you'll probably be seeing a lot of me." She replies with a cheerful laugh.
October
