it does not bother me to say this isn't love
"I think you'll find I'm doing a great job of it." Tobi counters with a cheerful laugh. In the days to come morning sickness and pregnancy hormones will make the doctor's normally sunny disposition harder and harder to find, but Locke is in luck, because tonight she's as bubbly and chipper as ever.
Beneath his arm Tobi chuckles, shaking her head. "Uh huh, sure you do. But it's going to be pretty hard to patch yourself up if you walk away from a training session with two broken wrists." She shrugs; its happened before. "Besides, you'd be doing me a favour, really. If you all could patch yourselves up, I'd be out of a job." Softly Tobi nudges Locke in the side, flashing a crooked smile up at him.
'Then again, you must be tough, getting this drunk and having to wake up and doing training exercises before the sun is even up?" Tsking under her breath, the doctor shakes her head again with another small laugh.
Beneath his arm Tobi chuckles, shaking her head. "Uh huh, sure you do. But it's going to be pretty hard to patch yourself up if you walk away from a training session with two broken wrists." She shrugs; its happened before. "Besides, you'd be doing me a favour, really. If you all could patch yourselves up, I'd be out of a job." Softly Tobi nudges Locke in the side, flashing a crooked smile up at him.
'Then again, you must be tough, getting this drunk and having to wake up and doing training exercises before the sun is even up?" Tsking under her breath, the doctor shakes her head again with another small laugh.
October
