Who— [ He isn't even going to ask 'who are you', which is probably the most logical question. His first question is 'who, me?', but he doesn't get past the first word. The thought's derailed by something sharp, loud, like a migraine without any actual pain, and he can't hide the annoyed wince as he presses a palm to his forehead. The nurse is distracted, too; she gives the newcomer a look, and while it isn't quite suspicious, she isn't immediately buying it, either.
David catches on first. His hand lowers as he looks between the nurse and the stranger, puts two and two together, and then he attempts a relieved smile. ]
Home, yes. Thank you. It is time to go home, so— thank you. [ That's back to the nurse, and he sounds remarkably, actually grateful. Maybe he's just good at faking it. Whatever the case, he doesn't waste anymore time, moving to walk right past his new friend. ] Let's go.
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David catches on first. His hand lowers as he looks between the nurse and the stranger, puts two and two together, and then he attempts a relieved smile. ]
Home, yes. Thank you. It is time to go home, so— thank you. [ That's back to the nurse, and he sounds remarkably, actually grateful. Maybe he's just good at faking it. Whatever the case, he doesn't waste anymore time, moving to walk right past his new friend. ] Let's go.