Adam had a pleasant millennium Thanksgiving.
The next day.
At the Medical Center.
"How was Thanksgiving last night?"
When Adam saw Mark, he could not help offering a sincere greeting. "Having three generations under one roof must have felt great, right?"
"..."
Mark kept silent, his face dark.
Adam glanced at him and immediately judged from just how dark Mark's expression was that the answers to yesterday's three Thanksgiving questions were probably eight or nine times out of ten what he expected.
When he saw Dr. Shepherd, Adam confirmed his guess.
As Mark's good brother, Dr. Shepherd had spent Thanksgiving with him last night.
Dr. Burke had brought his wife, Cristina.
He had brought his girlfriend, Meredith.
Mark had brought his daughter and grandson.
Everyone had a bright future and a happy life ahead of them.
"What a sin."
Dr. Shepherd kept shaking his head.
"...Look on the bright side."
Adam sighed along with him, then changed the subject. "Dr. Sloan came to New York instead of Los Angeles..."
"..."
Dr. Shepherd froze. Looking at Adam's expression and thinking it over, he said speechlessly, "Adam, your tongue is really vicious."
As everyone knew, Los Angeles was also a holy land for Plastic Surgery.
It also had many famous attractions known across the country.
Though Dr. Shepherd was not Ross, who liked squatting in video rental stores to catch Joey and the others secretly renting videotapes so he could mock them for being too Liu Bei, as a man, he still knew a thing or two about those West Coast specialties that were one of the FBI's little funding sources.
"Heh."
Adam smiled at him and changed the subject. "Is Dr. Sloan's daughter coming in for a prenatal checkup today?"
"Probably."
Dr. Shepherd nodded and did not continue the topic.
Honestly,