There’s a flex of tension in his knuckles, something twisting in his chest at that immediate offer. Does he hate the fact that he needs the physical assistance, or feel a surge of appreciation for Derrica’s unhesitating solidarity? Either. Both.
“Fair enough,” Strange says and then adds, only half-joking and with the cadence of a quote: “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”
He’s been trying to learn how to relinquish his vise-like control of things like this, but when backed into a corner, maybe there’s no other option. Who else is there?
A slow exhale. “Some part of me truly had thought I’d put medicine behind me, because medicine was done with me,” he admits — it’s an uncustomary flicker of self-doubt, since normally he’s so brusque and sure of himself. “But. I do still have the qualifications. Might as well not let all those years of student loans go to waste.”
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“Fair enough,” Strange says and then adds, only half-joking and with the cadence of a quote: “If you want something done right, do it yourself.”
He’s been trying to learn how to relinquish his vise-like control of things like this, but when backed into a corner, maybe there’s no other option. Who else is there?
A slow exhale. “Some part of me truly had thought I’d put medicine behind me, because medicine was done with me,” he admits — it’s an uncustomary flicker of self-doubt, since normally he’s so brusque and sure of himself. “But. I do still have the qualifications. Might as well not let all those years of student loans go to waste.”
Ha, ha, rifter humour.